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In the flooded broken down alley of the stair of dreams, a child is born. The world and the stars reach down to turn him away. The tear drops and the rain drops have a mirror like symphony of revelation as the sheltered holes of the world coalesce into a bright concophany of color. Oh the untold hindering of a single concern for many is so sweet, while the passioned voice of one is held down. So sweet were the days of the old, while the days of new are even weaker than before. What it is to see your death before you know, when can it come so quickly to your demise. Sweet love and poor life are just two of five you must obtain to live, while the rich of spirit and sound of mind are more. Strong learning can make a man, while his life is shattered by a love long lost. I hope those that kill me will be swift.