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Funeral Blues

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The day reeks of gloom and melancholy.

It is felt like an invisible force,

emanating from all those present.

People wear their faces like tokens of sadness.

Trees and grass wither away from the palpable feeling,

of dread and disdain.

Yet below this death, there rises a small bud,

deep down in the sodden ground.

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