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The beat carries
Keep the beat
With the rhythm of thy soul
Counting each second
Blissful with thy voice
Standing on top
under them all
Rising to the ground
Nothing to see
I was 27
Affraid to fly
Catching the stars
Who fell to the floor
Reaching out
to touch one's hand
Crumbling my very existance
Grass, the sour touch
Ash filling my lungs
Smoke thickening the air
Non talking with tongues
Only with thy lips
Nothing coming from the heart
Heartless people became us
Nothing unique
But plastic the the ear
Like a burning forest
Spreads the virus
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