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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Fleeting Act




We shall surely drink,
As we have brewed:
For eternity resides,
Within every deed;
The fleeting act,
Gone in an instant;
Lives on amidst
The shadows,
And symbols of life:
Still at hand,
So subtly cloaked,
In the mists of time;
Always, always,
To return.

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