There’s a sadness in the rain,

just a trickle of whats unsang,

pouring down the lens of hope,

where willows used to wallow.

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Wisps of breeze unseen through greens,

the shades that used to follow,

now gently set their feet aground,

among the setting ways.

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To think that once we called it life,

now wage a war and battle,

long ago where time was gifted,

has become a knowing prattle.

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Let loose the raves that take us all,

and cry to wave your blade,

there is no care in oneness,

because the unity is washed away.

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