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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Down by the canal
On the bench
As lilypads watch
The lonely repent
We’re all broken here
The shy and the shame
Only memories to lose
Regrets to regain
Souls of the grey
Are chipped and bleak
Only comfort felt;
Within the bottle we seek
Lives led of remorse
The wind whispers so;
Paths we chose are this
Voices of our past echo.
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