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Farewell

The trials
The struggle
The pain
All leave in the dead of night
A whisper carried through the rustling trees
The echo of what once was
Drifting peacefully on wings of  nightingales
The sorrow
The loss
The anguish
All disperse  at the sight of stats
Silence so deafening it speaks volumes
Emptiness and contempt fill the dead air
There is no more.
All is ashen and tranquil.
The blissful taste of death
For it consumes

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