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Gone with the flowers
On the branches
All bare
Gone with the cold breeze
Not visible
Yet there
Gone with the hardships
The cruelty
Not fair
Gone with the past
And the chances
To care
Gone with the fears
To step forward
And dare
Gone with a promise
Words spoken
"I swear"
Gone with the fish
That are gasping
For air
Gone with a heartbeat
That’s beating
Nowhere.