Here is your echo from nothing being said.
They are new repercussions and deposits of pure lead;
You were never one to follow,
So once again they follow suit.
I can't tell you what I've lost,
But I can tell you what I got
From pulling at the threads
And thinking of the thought.
The gravity of decay is stronger than I know,
It pulls down on the sun as it tries to melt the snow.
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