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And my eyes fill with sand
as I scan this wasted land.
23 August 2002 @ 04:44 pm
12 August 2002 @ 11:17 am
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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