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To watch the pitch black Sky

Weeping in its misery

Over the greedy Ground.

He swallows all she has to give

And yet wishes for more from the sweet Sky.

The Wind gazes on at the Sky's pain

And sings the sharp, shrill song

Of the Earth's betrayal.

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