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Falling like shattered pieces of broken glass,
Each time like the sea ruins the shore,
Like each tree that shed it's leaf,
Like the man who died on the battlefield awaiting protection,
And that's how it ends with pain.

Because shattered pieces never form the same masterpiece,
Or the shore could never bring back what it owned,
For a tree can never revive the lost,
As the desserts could never be the same,
Just like death that cannot be reversed,
It could never just be the same.

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