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The pathway a bed of shimmering sequences Each crystal sparkles a reflection of his youth Flakes of time float on gossamer wings Silence, now the only presence Madness rumbles in the valley below Footsteps charging rage, camouflaged by fear Stains of claret impress the new trail Ashen clouds act as a cloak Gone, is what was History reveals another painful memory
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