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56 Long Gone Ever Present The dead have gone Long gone But ever present When I am seated Alone in the forest I hear their voices Sweet My eyes too blind to see I just hear the echoes Scratching myself to make sure I am awake Not foraging in the dreamland far away When I sleep My mind prowling all over I see them by the key hole Peeping Sometimes by the window Listening to my night breathe When a war break in their house Even a match of some sort They ask me and everyone else to participate The old The young The sick The strong Women Men 57 All sent to war for the cause they know not what For they are the only ones privileged to live in two worlds Their requests Like those of a comeback child A sign that they were robbed of their love of mother earth A sign that they can still rise above their agony A sign that their attachment to the lovely little ones exist ever Long gone ever present ...

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