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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Utopia Dawn

What body of
underworld
will never see
the dawn,

when you must
keep it all for
yourselves, is
that utopia 
to keep us out?

Just remind me
of what Gaia 
helped us through,
in each and every day,
when the clouds did move.

And the Sun shined
and your utopia dawned
on you.
That all deserve to see 
it no matter what.

When all the ruins
on distant planets
are channeled into.







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