The grating on our souls
And us
Continues and continues
Once born
It has not stopped for us!
But beats us in the face
As the sun forceful.
No, I will go
To live in
To the Town of Sorrow.
There
There will be cooler airs
Less grating.
Though their will be
Sadness.
I will mix it with
Nocturnal silence.
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