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Mountain The fresh becomes dried out,Mountain by *yeagerspace
My joy turns empty,
My hope only turns to doubt,
I know I don't envy you,
I just look at you again another day,
But I see someone I never knew,
You have everything I dream of,
Yet you brush it out in sorrow,
You were the sight of all that I love,
Everything I've done made you happy,
The flower grows big and beautiful,
But I can't believe I'm still unhappy,
Hope is all that keeps me alive,
Walk with me to the end of this trail,
But it's a time and place I can't revive,
I hear the sounds of your flapping wings,
And I strive for new found joy,
But you're the only bird that sings,
You are the glass
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