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Waiting on the call
the cold wind still
it finds me
in a corner here I lie
ive heard my brothers feel the sting
yet those who tell are yet to die
in grief and pain they sing in vain
of feelings here unfelt
they whisper now in ignorance
said secrets are untelt
for you and I
we know
theres so much
and not so
life and death
the valued breath
is somewhat oversold
