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Today, tears are shed at
Obituaries orated aloud but...
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she had the symptoms:
streaming eyes, itching, sneezing...
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Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...
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My vision may be going
but my hope will never leave...
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a good rummage through
worn trouser pockets put him...
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writing a rondeau
was like applying cool salve...
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Without her
Alliance...
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He
ate one...
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I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...
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You said you'd run along,
then you didn't...
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The sky falls neatly on the sand.
With arms outstretched they beg...
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..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...