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Jul, 25, 2007

Sebastian 9/16/96 - 6/12/01 Sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land A man wakes to a morning with no reason for waking he's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise he's chained forever to a world that's departed it's not enough it's not enough he talks to the river of a lost love & dedication with silent replies that swirl invitation and flow dark and troubled to an oily sea there's an unceasing wind that blows through this night there's dust in my eyes that blinds my sight and silence that speaks so much louder than words of a lost love. my son, the fire of my life the cold embers burn now dimly without warmth wandering lost waiting for this dream to end to join and be one again .