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Wild Flowers
I look out the window
Morning dew rests upon
the wild flowers
A tear rolls down my face
I imagine you
wiping it away
As you have so many
times before
But you are no longer
here
The suns rays dry the
dew on the wild flowers
Still, my tears remain
I thought it was forever
But you left
Just after the rain.
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