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Can we celebrate together
With eyes on the walls
That come closer as the time
passes
Making everything match
We are forced from a world
That rejects our insides
And brought home to find
Everyone has left us alone
She places her hand on his
shoulder
And cries
He dies
The sound dims and the
Celebration ends on a note
Not high nor low
Peaceful
We awake to a wind that
carries our bodies
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