I hear the echo of whispers
Of unknown souls
long gone and forgotten
Of those that have suffered
And sacrifice yesterday
For today
They rumble in my unconscious
Echoing in the reset of my mind
Heightening my sensitivity and
Compassion, calling to me
Calling to me
Capre Diem
Capre Diem
Capre Diem quam minimum
Credula postero
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