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the course of seasons has brought rain
and it brings tears - myriads of friends - they offer warmth, comfort and redden eyes till I can see no more * rain falling down ushers in cold and it stirs blood - my closest friend - it offers food relief and numbs the flesh till I can feel no more * taste, this is pain; made up of spittle, blood and tears I hunger as I wander in the freezing rain I've lost the trail I can not find my way and it's so cold no wind to chase the clouds and stop the rain I can not see I have to feel my way and I am lost, I' m all alone - my blood and tears are my truest friends they rushed to help and ease the pain- I can't go on can't spell it in reverse I stumble through these fields all drenched in pain my blood and tears were my truest friends even my friends have left me in the end...
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