Seasons change
We mourn the day
The time with
Ease we let slip
Away
Corner the lion
The tigers escaped,
The rabbit moves
With such. Little
Grace
Seasons change
We mourn
The day
The time with
Ease we let slip away
Holding the Dragon
Aflame from within
Searching for healing
Whilst thirsting
For skin
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