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Sadly even the best of friends lie
Loved ones fib
Just as the eagles screech and cry
And the
Fig fruits run dry
Sweetness turns to bitterness
The serpent creeps
Ill surprise
Poison seeds planted
Sadness abundant
No wonder
The sun says a quick goodbye
And her neighbor tempest
Belches an angry reply
Only the truest of the true
Bask in the gracious clean blue
And endless skies
Burning bright through yesterday
Saying bye and goodbye
Every dark and lonesome night
Next time
Love we must give
Another effort
One more
Wholehearted try
