in rivers frail where sunlight pales and swarm's fall into trance the acid rain gives fruit to pain i can not bare to glance its poison arrows cause to grow the truth in all i see unfinished love is born beneath the dying apple tree it comes to wound the liquid moon that melts within there hearts so frail the cries from those that die harpooned upon our darts we say we love yet cannot see the error of our ways a pain ingrained eternally for crimes we do not pay as there lay dead the innocent we've dispossessed with lies for closed for all eternity are ghosts of weeping eyes dust storms swarm and warn but still we do not listen we drown within the sands of time lamenting those that glistened with a last remaining memory of a pure black dolphin's eye their murderers will bear their bane too late to rectify
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