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It's been lost and goneUnsaid and undoneMissing words in betweenWhether it was real or a dream

Forecasting shadowsAn indecisive mountainUnwilling to Give what should have been savedTurns into a sacred oath instead

Spirit of a crawly meadowLost in the backyardOf any dualityTaken by none Upon the series of timeWill what has been lostBe substitutable this nine

Eight of the resting kindRise upon the clouds of deed