August Farewell

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August Farewell
Listening to all the birds are crying, forever sit still and listen to the words that have meant so dear.

Picking up the throne.

This must be hurt.
This must be pain.
This must be dirt.
This must be clay.
This must be love.
This must be saved.
This must be done.
Thus must brave.

Glistens, the water here it glistens its dances while it sits, a humble man should know.

Swimming to the shore.

This must be hurt.
This must be pain.
This must be dirt.
This must be clay.
This must be love.
This must be saved.
This must be done.
Thus must brave.
This must be birth.
This must be grave.

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