So it seems this is the end
the jewels in the sky are from
a time I cannot comprehend
I promised I would not weep
but the lands I could never reach
are the poems you will keep

Yet I waited for the dawn
to shine merry tears upon
the vast emerald lawn
I spent my childhood beneath the rain
in the wonders of serenity
that I now believe is my pain

The End

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