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Flowers in the field
And daisies across the land
The weeping willow cries
And offers sorrow once again.
A bird chases the worm
A butterfly flies ahead.
I lift my head from this affliction,
If only for a brief second.
In a sonic-squelch,
Filled with laughter
I cry out-
If only somebody could let me in.