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Lacrimae terrae flores parturiunt (The tears of the earth give birth to flowers)
Hush now, little wanderer, the wind whispers low.
Sun sets on the ruins, casting shadows long and slow.
Don't you fret about the past, the world that used to be.
Close your eyes and rest your head, there's beauty you can't see.
© rossdops
Sun sets on the ruins, casting shadows long and slow.
Don't you fret about the past, the world that used to be.
Close your eyes and rest your head, there's beauty you can't see.
© rossdops
