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We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious Thing:/ To Make A Poet Black, And Bid Him Sing!