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Gene Passehl

Stop It

Have you ever had

The rain hit your face
as the last thing you need.

Have you ever said
You Grace
In your must ungraceful state

When tears line your

Mind, face, and soul
Lost of all silver and gold lining
All other faces seem shining

Have you ever felt to live

A dream where dream is what you wish
And scream is where you cry

What ever else is left is lie