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Suffer behind the constant rabble,
Expanding like an ocean;
Its waves swerve and flow,
Upon wherever you go,
Found nothing beneath the core,
Only days from once before.
To gaze stains of anxiousness
That litter once peaceful rest.

And if a hundred days in foot
To will the source for truth,
journeying to the nightmare;
unsure the gravity to be fair.
Such falsely hope to live,
In desperate plea to forgive.
Welcome to the blind that fall,
Mirrored glass for the tall.

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