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Walking Away

As the wind rushes by,
Already shy.
I watch as you lie,
Making the seasons cry.
Sometimes I would always wonder why,
They always do their best to try.
You show you turned,
As though you never learned.
But yet your love is what they try to earn.
The rain drops go and run,
Drying on the heat of the sun.
As I walked upon your shoulders,
Trying to relieve all the bolders.
The beauty of our past,
Has not yet last,
Among the lands so vast. 
The rain drops yet fall down,
Letting my emotions drown.
I have not yet made a frown,
I still stand,
As though this world is so bland.

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