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Well,
I'm
no
poet,
but
I
can't
be
fooled.
The
lies
don't
count,
the
whispers
do.
I
hear
the
whispers
on
the
wind.
They
say
the
earth
has
fallen
due.
We
run
in
circles.
Our
days
are
numbered.
Every
night
I
look
away.
To
the
heavens
and
I
pray.
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