Drizzles of peace
Upon me perch
Although I now miss
Those soothing march
O'er this troubled thumps
A return I plead
Break these life's bumps
With your peaceful lead
Only if it were
Very possible a task
The rind of morrow shall wear
Yesteryears mask
A glare into its eyes
At memories asleep
Shall be otherwise
A soothing lovely leap
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