Find a name,
find a frame,
Finish it all,
let it fall!
Still unknown,
Never shown,
All will combine,
I'll be fine.
Wasting your breath,
waiting for death,
you will regret,
all you left behind.
This piece has no point,
Just little stories joint.
So it will remain,
Without a name.
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