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New Grass

EMPTYNESS BECAME ME,
AND I COULD ONLY BE.
THE WORLD COLLAPSED,
THE MONTHS PASSED.

TIME WAS THE ENEMY,
IT ONLY LEFT ME YOUR MEMORY.
BYE WASN'T IN OUR PLAN,
BUT I'M NO MORE THAN A MAN.

THE YEARS WILL PASS,
WITH THEM COMES NEW GRASS.
ONE DAY WE WILL JOIN AGAIN,
AND CONTINUE WHERE WE BEGAN.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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