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oh how i weep!
i weep for lives past.
i weep for days to come,
that loom so close,
though out of reach.
i weep for beauty.
i weep for fright,
not out pity,
but out of sad sympathy.
i weep for every instance.
each moment is a memory gone,
flying by...
maybe free,
but chaining me.

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