Wasted and gone when once was enchanted
Nothing left, all has gone bare
What's left of the seed that once was planted
Is withered and left unto despair
Aged with the knowledge held within
Time ticking ever so slowly
Resented for the deeds of men
Seen in the face as lowly
My cry to the living
Always unheard
But gracious and giving
Death delivered
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