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Tall grasses grow In a holy place Swaying softly in dusky breezes For some It is over And even the moon Laments their loss People have made All of this Happen All of it Everyone Without realising Played a part Even those... Especially those Who did... Nothing Nothing Nothing Slept Slept through their instincts Walked in a daze Of deluded dreams Cosseted, closeted from the tides But the winds will catch up And the nothing doers Will be rid of the numbness And return to the battle ground again and again And again and again Until... One day Dawn breaks Most vital And fresh And goodness Will appear
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
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Tall grasses grow In a holy place Swaying softly in dusky breezes For some It is over And even the moon Laments their loss People have made All of this Happen All of it Everyone Without realising Played a part Even those... Especially those Who did... Nothing Nothing Nothing Slept Slept through their instincts Walked in a daze Of deluded dreams Cosseted, closeted from the tides But the winds will catch up And the nothing doers Will be rid of the numbness And return to the battle ground again and again And again and again Until... One day Dawn breaks Most vital And fresh And goodness Will appear
16th July 2016
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
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