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The sky was moaning echoed
Cries and its mists lingered at The one destination I vowed To reach... How I wanted you back but How you shunned me and how You had the last say but How I had the last tear Drop eternally... I have seen you hitherto mine I try to, but not be sentient And the eye of the tempest Now it gives me its consent And it all became shrouded In one hope of resurrection Of my once feeling... your once ability to feel me... When we will have been again
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