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- My soul is one of pale flowers fading in the breeze of an open cave
- My mind is the stained green of crushed dreams, as emerald as the growing things they once were
- My song is a half-heard echo in an infinite cavern
- Though I hide my tears in the dark, still they come
- Ever crossing
- Ever leaving
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