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With vacant eyes, I stare at these endless landscapes
Where life and death become irrelevant
My feeble hands meet the ground again
This is my rapport with the earth
It is said that all beauty must come to an end
I now repeat this statement
As I watch this realm burn down
This surreal place I've found is burning to the ground and I am left with nothing
A vacant, shapeless world is what I now wake up to

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