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Of Tears that Settle, Of Broken Glass and Molten Metal, Of a fallen branch and crushed petal, The most painful of them are unsaid words of abettal, The sun did rise ..the sun did set, Memories were made as people forget, Happiness englightened and sorrows darkened with regret Hanging from a cliff was humanity...perhaps life's loss? or death's best bet? Of People that lead, And people that left, The pain of the unworded theft, And the rain did pour, As it flooded the floor, Washing away the remains of the broken door, But who is to see, The Struggling flower or the fallen tree, The Broken Glass that lesioned thee, And the oceans of sorrow