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As we walk to the end

We almost runaway

runaway from the envitable

but we run in vain

as it starts to rain

with the tears of the lost

those who are damaged and hurt

the storm grows stronger

causing tradegy

but once the clouds have vanished

those in pain are found and brought home

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