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I'll beg the clouds to shed their tears
For my own have ran their course
Dried and lost
To the everlasting drought of panging misery
I am mere words spoken by your tongue
No more than I previously was before
Just a label, barely clinging on
I've ruined my chances, another closed door
Ventured no further than where our journey once began
I greet the retreat of color from my world
Reality is bent, I no longer can tell truths from untruths
What I saw was mere imaginative, a lie
I'll just retract myself, to be alone and lonely once more

— The End —