The Beast Inside

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The clouds that passed the river,

The rain that poured the mountains,

The wind that kissed the meadows,

the sun that shone on fields,

The moon that brightens your face,

Where did they all go?

They have gone east, 

Devoured by the beast,

To satisfy his knees, 

He took away all our needs.

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