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and just look how beautiful all this is,

but can’t you see the pain?

and just watch, the leaves dance in spirals

but first they all cling to their homelands.

and just taste the wettest rain, sweeter than dew

but still there are tarter things that trickle down our throats.

and just hear how soft her song

but can’t you hear the violins?

and we’ll circle the world a thousand times,

but isn’t there still more to know?

and miles of fields might tell whispered tales of what was

but what could have been will still never be.

and through twenty winters of snow she cried

but still no one caught her tears falling.

and just dig among weeds and you’ll find a perfect rose

but can’t you understand;

I wish it was easier?

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