Listless longing for time that's passed
Days of little strain
Portentous feuds and rivalries
Without real issue, no scar tissue
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Obsessed over since birth
The unexplained, subjective miracle
Knowing not of who to thank, but eternally thankful
A benevolent presence smothered in arms
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The pane you are gazing through will soon crack
Leaving a picture of empty cardboard
An expression now seldom looking back
Upon visiting the terminal ward
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And so you sit there ever stationery
Vegetating in your room
Make plans, go out and have fun
You have so many years to bloom
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