Strange relief descends
From the silver skies,
The morning is empty
Spacious and calm
Will it fade from my thoughts
As I wade through this age
Or defy the tide
Of these nefarious times?
Strange relief descends
From the silver skies,
The morning is empty
Spacious and calm
Will it fade from my thoughts
As I wade through this age
Or defy the tide
Of these nefarious times?
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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