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Taking walks in dreamy nature
Looking under upturned stones
Could this be a covert graveyard
Hiding remnants of old bones
Or simply dust collected
Like fading melody’s lost tones
Wrestling to taste the now
Without reflecting on before
Though you strive to be original
You may discover less is more
You struggle hard to find a purpose
But it robs you of your strength
Where is inspiration found
You ask yourself at length
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