"Authors of Blank Pages"

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Now, I know man can fly.
Within his will to soar.

Then, I know you can try.
Praise be the circus wheel of life.

Now, what man can say.
Formed vessels of clay.

Here, upon this earth we stray.
The greatest gifts unfold.

Now, we find our place.
Forgiving memories erased.



::Written after watching the movie The Road::