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you are green clouds perched on the tallest pillar,
you are the lowest flowing dreams of humanity.
keeping us on our toes always reaching for more,
you reject the selfish and reward the kind and true.
to believe the book is to doubt your brilliance,
to trust the theory is to ignore your mastery.
would you dare to dream of a man-less place ?
i know that i could not live in a land that lacks you.
your mind knows great and grand of a world without me,
a perfect earth so clean and whole, an entire soul.
my memory knows not of any terrible sadness yet felt,
if you were to leave me for that memory not forgotten.
to forgive the crippling burdens we bestowed upon you,
a cure lingering into the howling years we eagerly await,
your answer to our sinful ways…
we may die before we hear.

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