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Ash – Kelley Farrell
Is this what becomes of us? Today freezing rainTomorrow a summer breeze Wind blows along the streamRustling thicketsDriving rain I exist at the funeralBut I float aboveSearchingFor the right combinationThe moment you walked away I try to redirect youWith empty threatsAnd promises of gold As with most thingsI fail RDP: Ash