the spring will bring forth a faded love. the times are from Me Roger that held on to the Light as prescribed. these are the times that must be alone. when are the first we tend to hate more than ever, but when they hear in the voice they hate. and when they had rearranged my house so shall their be forever. did they feel for the families or know them? no but they are still mad at me for saving them a dozen times. and as i think of the past the places that you still know. i have fought the universe and you watched while you waited for the that time that you needed Me. but never cared for me after.
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