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Broken as the stars do wonder the light that shines through the window that casually calls out to the wind.
Out does the mind that thinks do the trees that count the growing issues of the seemingly broken skies.
Notes that the cries call to the carrying seas that seap into the essence of the ceasing moments.
Never does the quick moments that weep out the earth do the stars bother the light.
In then the shattered sun that hold the creepingly bright darkness in the light that may.
Forever does the sweeping earth call to the barking lands of another's guess.
That does the silvered fish that fly in the sly sky that bothers the notice...
Broken as the stars do wonder the light that shines through the window that casually calls out to the wind.
Out does the mind that thinks do the trees that count the growing issues of the seemingly broken skies.
Notes that the cries call to the carrying seas that seap into the essence of the ceasing moments.
Never does the quick moments that weep out the earth do the stars bother the light.
In then the shattered sun that hold the creepingly bright darkness in the light that may.
Forever does the sweeping earth call to the barking lands of another's guess.
That does the silvered fish that fly in the sly sky that bothers the notice...
