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when love dies where will it be buried who will they be who will tend to the grave that

peace in its decline stakes to its might if that is not true then tell me save pain with his might as he carved the marble and made of stone becomes fluid zephyr, a zeitgeist epiphany catalyst peaceful in design of purpose able not given to enmity nor horror without opportunity to make war abhor what is most conducive to scar leave only the kindest touch on the earth Cease with misgivings for each and another Sovereign or Dictator, Prince, King or Queen

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