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A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears

reflecting the clouds that huddle together

the sky to protect from seeing the pain

Unbearable, my soul uproars, the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts

Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies but dead, grey and dead

ashes fly snowlike, so soft and so warm and cover the names with a blanket

oh, fragnant, with guilt and despair oh, butterfly, yoru wings are cold

and tears...

Ashen /

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