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V acant O rders I D ispise ***** Words words words All these flying words! I don't care. I don't want. The words make little sense And I don't care. ***** Damp Eyes in the Night Dry Children's Eyes in the Day Find no Peace Alone ***** Mystic Divine here Seeping past the Casement bare Flooding through the Home ***** [b]Grey[/b] The Day: stark grey rainy When will the Sun shine again? The Wind: strong blow cold Why does it not lay still? There must be a bright day ahead somewhere Since all the current is grey. Perhaps there will just be more grey days.