But how can I not
Hear them
And when the sky was clear
They filled it with a mess
That was not natural
So by the end of the day
things glowed like silver
But I still find a place
inside to get
Known by this new
land
Every shrub and tree
Will be my friend
As long as my ground touches
feet
There was many grasses by that
tearing cheek
Long ago, it was liqour stores and funny pictures
Lament not for those days.
A new dawn commences
wake up from that permafrost
Lest it misses you
and We become stuck forever
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