The Arena

May 21, 2012
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In the meadow
thick with snow
still the wind will breeze and blow

in the sand
so hot and dry
this is where the river cries

in the forest
living and green
here is where the mocking-jays sing

through the terrain I hear them cry
as I sing Rue her last lullaby
I hear the cannon

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