wind blows - across
shattered in the leaves
the house moans
tides of midnight sky
forever - dry
to see apon what we think
instead of what we are
our greed takes
our - pride
until we at last die
to mention our words
to the God above
forever he shall hold
forever we shall forgive
the - things we go through
the rose of love
things of clouds
to mist of lust
reasons of sorrow
all because
of this - wind
we will never notice
the problems
within
 
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