weeping are the willows who long for the earth's fertile embrace, but their melancholy is ours too, fore we may only fathom such serene sanctuary. lost are the souls who know not of the wonders that lie beneath them, under the drone and monotony of the so-called lives they lead. aimless they will stay, they cannot stop their own decay.
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