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“I used to draw on my sorrows by crying rivers and expect that all the bad succumbs the grave the only witnesses is the wandering crow hungry for its prey the sun pulls itself down to paint the shadow of the tombs to the whitewashed city walls; talking, knocking, from its barren heart that dark images maybe at least, organic with the white light of the heavensThe rivers have flowed a giant stride from the drowning sorrows traversing the old path where all it started. Dried through the humid acquitances of the heart they've found me. I found me. I was at my own graveyard resurrecting anew" PLS HELP ME​