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I am from well worn, dog-eared pages, full of fading ink,
I am from blooming buds whose colors give hope,
I am from Petrified wood, frozen in time for all to see,
I am from oil and grease, steel and cobalt,
I am from hard work and beating hearts,
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Not back,
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Of hammer to string.
I am from the ravine between my mother and father, that has altered me forever more.
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Even after,
I melt into the ground and
Fly skyward.
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