Tendrils of everlasting aching solitude
Wrap around our hearts, now numb: destitute.
Despair be our relentless raging firesong;
Tears follow, silent, they whisper grimly along.
Fly, hopes of mine, bring mercy with you!
But they falter, flicker, with subdued hues.
The sapient clementine rays
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