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11-11-2005, 01:08 PM
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In memory of the dead...
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
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O to be wafted away From this black aceldama of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy today Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow! 
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