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From the other side tears dropped,
Holes on its prey ;the ground
Many were covered with different shades of colours
Involved in a fight
Of course the ground saw this coming
If only the rain could help
Flush those tears which were now dry
How can ones heart be
How dark,
How doomed would he be
After loosing his heart
He will become a stranger to himself
He will become a stranger to his people
He will become the truth they have lost.
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