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my life

this is a poem without meaning
the winds are high
and the trees are leaning
as the sun sets in the western sky
life loses all meaning
with the moon rising in the east
the wolves begin to feast
this is the story of my life
it is depressing and full of strife
life is so deceiving
this is a poem without meaning

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