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Words are so strong and pure  
from them, some souls leap for joy
 while others shake in fear  
All from a hole of little size,
With it men curse the earth...
   Men bless the skies...
  with thunder and rage
Somebody wake-up Shakespeare
   to arrange the stage
For with beautiful words hearts mend
And with vicious words no man spare
You see the faces when souls heal...
You hear the cries when hearts tear...
For heaven and hell proceed from the same hole;
 the one that sets under man's nose
 which draws happiness and pain,
Sometimes on earth it's so beautiful...
 Sometimes from heaven it rains...

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Robert Anthony James

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