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The tall rock wall.
The strong rock wall It's power waining Strength seeping away. Pebbles start falling Larger rocks crumbling Boulders tumbling. I try to steady it, Support it, Stop it's Stop it from leaving Leaving it's space for emptiness. But I can't, I am there, By her bed, We're hand in hand, While she's slipping away. Her solid grace wained, Inner strength dwindled, Her last rock of strength became naught but dust. She let out One last breath, My heart cried out One last time, Then lost all hope. Such a strong mountain Once lost, can't be resurrected.
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