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Of piers and waters
“… to float …”
The quicksands
“… on foundations …”
In the Wilderness
“… just the sharp pangs …”
The Sweetest Melody
“… born of bonds …”
The art of Recycling
“… with what they said …”
When victory calls
“… to the bridges …”
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