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Moles of Misfortune
By Ben Fitzgerald
Darkness and light all at once,
The faces of many and yet few,
But who am I to judge our fate.
There is change great and small,
At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all.
So many things that go on
That could fill a hundred songs,
Never get to see the day of light
