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Beneath the stars


Free Member, Lost Poet from the North,South,East,West

compassion

SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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