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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