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Between the fields I will go,

till I get to the rushing flow,

against the river I will swim,

until the bank breaks to the wind.

Here we go once again,

Running through and hiding from, whoever holds the gleaming key,

and once more shall be free,

Trust is now our dear friend,

or is it, will be the real bend,

On and on I will go,

but not knowing we're the road flows,

Ether way we don't know,

What will happen to Uno.

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Through the flames I will go, Taking the pain and letting go

Guided by the blinding light , I will go on through the night.

The agony I bare, will keep me there, I must lay, in the fay, In between two worlds or so they say.

Before Revealing the wondrous dare, A White light flying feather, In the air.

+~*By Tina Tainsh*~+

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