Black hats in line
Dig a way through
On their last word
To a dearly beloved

As tears roll down
Endorphin turns into pain
Leaves all further aim
On a stagnate run

Yet, all grey impels clouds
I miss you truly silverlined
Amidst a cold rainy doubt
Pain already declined

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