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The sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts
Regularity defining perfection
Neither sorrow nor contentment
Whispering emptiness.

Frail words collapse
My weight only stirs the ground
How long can I hold your hand as you walk over graves?

You search for tears of compassion
Yet find the comfort of winter
Reassurance dead like the falling leaves
Losing hope in your unchanging ways
All of my strength cannot save you
If you are unwilling to help yourself.
The sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts   Regularity defining perfection   Neither sorrow nor contentment   Whispering emptiness.      Frail words collapse   My weight only stirs the ground   How long can I hold your hand as you walk over graves?      You search for tears of compassion   Yet find the comfort of winter   Reassurance dead like the falling leaves   Losing hope in your unchanging ways   All of my strength cannot save you   If you are unwilling to help yourself.
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