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Grow
Grow
these hopes
these dreams,
the future of
these distant things.
Wither
Wither
these hopeful flowers
these glassy lies,
the future of
your shining eyes.
Listen
Talk
these sunken eyes
these salty tears,
the future of
my life comes near.
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