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The sky darkens a shade of grey,
The rain beats the pain away,
The fondness of our greater days, slip away, we try to grasp it. We can't grab it, it becomes a habit of our mortal ways, the portal lays on the fringe of a bordered maze, in such a way, the abundant Ray's of sun, make a way, which opens the door to an ancient place, my eyes gazed in such a way, this sacred place, with acres stretched a thousand ways, the complexities of my ancestors, their concepts are farfetched .the eagles wings are far stretched , gliding on the summer breeze, it shakes the leaves of a maple tree, they begin to fall, but it's not autumn at all,
© listen to this bitch
© Dougiewrotethis
The rain beats the pain away,
The fondness of our greater days, slip away, we try to grasp it. We can't grab it, it becomes a habit of our mortal ways, the portal lays on the fringe of a bordered maze, in such a way, the abundant Ray's of sun, make a way, which opens the door to an ancient place, my eyes gazed in such a way, this sacred place, with acres stretched a thousand ways, the complexities of my ancestors, their concepts are farfetched .the eagles wings are far stretched , gliding on the summer breeze, it shakes the leaves of a maple tree, they begin to fall, but it's not autumn at all,
© listen to this bitch
© Dougiewrotethis
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