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Shattered and battered
My dream, the wind scattered
Rain drench me
Cold freeze me
Sun bake me
They war to break and make me
STOP! STOP! STOP!
Don't live
Don't love
Don't laugh
But I am deaf
I can only hear sounds of love
Echoes of laughter
Songs of life.

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