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This Isn't Beautiful
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Depression "This Isn't Beautiful" 9 - 7 - 03
rolling fields of prairie grass
all moving in an articulate mass
slow and gentle, deliberate
i somehow wish i knew not of it
clouds so fluffy and silver-grey
fill the skies on this noon day
making shapes that warm the heart
those feelings that tear me apart
a perfect world is held before me
all the splendors for me to see
it's only a torture to my sight
as i lay back and lose the TV's light...
