The birds elicit
A chorus of judgment
Paradise interrupted
And a dream left suspended
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Footfalls in the distance
Tracks in the mud
Displacement is the norm
A haze blots out the sun
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Awaiting the rain
The cleansing properties come
With the chance for redemption
Followed by their warm embrace
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The moon stands tall
A beacon for the hopeful
The new morning hesitates
As the dream takes hold
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