people always lose sight of their point when that one destructive calamity comes shaking their existence yet ironically most carry on as though it twas no calamity at all as if it was just a dropp of rain in their ocean perhaps that we were just specs upon the universal map yet visible, if only we opened ourselves to see it mayhaps, we should if you release a tear dropp in mine ocean and i a tear dropp in your sea.
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