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| She sits smiling, waiting against the bricks in the wall. | ||
| She says people act as though it will never fall. | ||
| There was a time when it wasn’t there at all. | ||
| Life exists beyond the bricks for those with the call. | ||
| They, like her, don’t think the bricks are too tall. | ||
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