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Memory

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LadyofGaerdon

Published: Jun 25, 2012

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Memory flows through the veins of this land;
the earth does not forget the blood that was lost:
it nourished the roots of trees that still stand.
Memory flows through the veins of this land;
whispering past monuments to man,
ghosts roam the fields that armies once crossed.
Memory flows through the veins of this land.
the earth does not forget the blood that was lost.

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