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hopeless hope
we gather love to make the tender morning dew
that glistens upon a blade of green grass
the day seizes it and takes it back to the clouds…
to make the rains whisper it back to the grasses again
and again and again...each night and each morn,
till dawn does find us seeking again to be
the drop of dew that made us aware of what we can
there is no love if not for the love
amongst us all that we love to be.
that glistens upon a blade of green grass
the day seizes it and takes it back to the clouds…
to make the rains whisper it back to the grasses again
and again and again...each night and each morn,
till dawn does find us seeking again to be
the drop of dew that made us aware of what we can
there is no love if not for the love
amongst us all that we love to be.
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