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Gathering, The - Eleanor

False eyes are staring
disrespectfully and untrue
The burden that we are carrying
is way too much for me and you

Sometimes it is better to lay
Don't you think?

I'm evaporating
A veil of smoke is what I am
Your thoughts will take on their way
To grow old and to be certain
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