Love foreseen in your eyes of blue, cherish not the flowers of bloom, in ye gaze of wonder and fare, in the light, in the air. Childish laughter fills the void, it's not the sound I try to avoid. In the sea of waves to ground, not one voice, not one sound, but in the distance, it is to be found, a cry of tears, a cry so profound. Screams of loneliness waft on the air, shaking the ever-growing terror, can it not be here, is it not to far, will it be found, will there be scars?
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