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Life is a stone

Life is a stone

Dragged around until gone


So juvenile we climb

Thinking we are in control


Like I get to have any say

Like the sky is blue


Plucked to soon at black hours

Gripping smoke

Strains only your bones


Nothing is concrete

Except what remains in stone


How fragile the leaf blows

Wondrous magnificence a life is known

Living those of Grey

The Beauty of May


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