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A bird flew over me While I gazed at the isolated tower Both him & I served purposes once Catering needs, were populated once Each to its share of time, have now withered away bit by bit
These hands delve into the ground to remake what I once found When I was better and my conscience was light as a feather I made this as empty as I feel, but now I'm not alone I am a weight eroding those
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