The world felt gray, a heavy shroud, A whisper in the lonely crowd. A feeling deep, a restless ache, "This can't go on, for goodness sake." Something within began to fray, A need to find a brighter day.
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The world felt gray, a heavy…
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The world felt gray, a heavy shroud, — A whisper in the lonely crowd.
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