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~broken~

As the fevered lowlands quake
and the dream forgoes its wake,
Hope holds weary hearts up high
become one within the sky.

Will the rivers wash away
bitter taste of yesterdays?
Can the wind whisper the key
easing all this misery...

While the sunset fades from view
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