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Looking out of my window
At the rain falling down,
Like a candle shining into shadow,
From a spirit once smiling in the warmth of day,
Now wearing a solemn, weathered frown.
life's strife.When I started,
Weaving thru malicious toil,
From Heaven's comforting so long departed,
On a long journey on this earth's foil.
Life has been no bed of roses,Coasting unfettered to the promised land.
For mankind on sons and daughters imposes
A soul robbing, bloody maelstom
Called war
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