The rain drops your sorrow tunes; they sing the lyrics of your woe. Who am I to whine about the truth of how we fell apart? The land sips your bleeding tears, to mock me and make me the suspect of our crime. I resort to the trees, but they flap their wings high. I call to the clouds, but they keep on sheltering your sinister mind. I reach out to the sun, but it follows you. Everybody becomes foreign to me.
So, I wait for the night to watch the stars cry injustice. Together, we are a hopeless sea.
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