Poetry from the Past
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Before we meet again, will it be over?
Will you look for me in a green field of clover?
I hear these strange voices calling for me.
They will lead me to darkness for eternity.
I can’t seem to go on, the struggle has ended.
The darkness surrounds me, it has finally descended.
If we meet again, it will not be the same—
For you shall not see me, but only my name.
OKAY...I was in a very, very deep well!