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The overcast skies have come
Dew on the grass no longer dissipates Clinging on the tips to glisten Reflecting the light like a crystal stone The circle eludes As it always has Still though, I feel the fool Blinding my eyes Locking away the past Stability is for the ignorant This is known Yet at times I feel the miscreant Held away from the earth
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