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The Last Refuge of Sound
Is us turning around
To face the pack
The pack of wolves
That start with an F
a T
an R
and an i
We open our app
Read a post
And say goodbye
To enjoy the yellow sun
The green trees
And the blue sky
Because we are done being manipulated
Till the day that we die
We heal with consistency
We heal with time
These are our prayers
To take back our lives
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Sadly this is the final post
Of an idea that was pure
That is now fleeting like a ghost
It kills me to say
That with pleasure
Come pain
But that is life
Now-a-days
I will miss my friend
I will miss this part of my life
And I can only do right
If I find success
At the end of the night
Scincerely, Keith Carmody
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