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The sky joined me in weeping dry
Tears white flaked balls of cotton
To stuff my ears from hearing
The sound of her departing steps
Footprints of memoirs on the cold canvas
Tears white flaked balls of cotton
To stuff my ears from hearing
The sound of her departing steps
Footprints of memoirs on the cold canvas
Will curve inward and vanish away
The trail will become askew and dull
I will snail alone to the finishing line
I will snail alone to the finishing line
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I will snail alone to finishing line ..
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