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Glory lies beyond my visions of storylines, and writings of radiant skies. Tomorrow lies far from my mortal frame of timelines. For rough drafts drift with shifting winds. Oh it is so easy to forget that I am not the author, I am the written text, dialogue of the present tense. This script is etched in gold, so Iwill play my role to focus on today and forget false control. From Letras Mania