.My, friends, I never really thought you'd go,
But, then, we know that's the way it happens here.
Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands:
We gather up the strands much to slowly
The refugees are gone... They take their separate paths,
Obliterate the past: figures in an ash shro.
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