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A pleasant mist floats about me,
Moaning and groaning with the pain of lost memories.
Trees reach far into the twilight sky,
Singing the sweet lullaby that lies at the edge of the world.
Darling flowers caress my skin,
Their thorns leave poison scars.
The ground thrums in beat to a distant march,
Heroes off to murder another's savior.
I smile along to this world I call home.