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The water cascades to the ground
(silent whispers, all around,
and a forgotten memory)

Though my mind cannot yet flee
(silent screaming, let me be,
and the room of ice)

In my sleep, my thoughts I splice
(shatter quickly, oh so nice,
and a field of sorrow)

I wake up and hope it's tomorrow.
(shatter softly, words I borrow,
and a world less profound)

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