8. Free

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Like the seasons that don't break promises,
Like a bird who never forgets his tree,
Whether it sips gold or darkness persists,
Be like seasons and that bird,
And don't go astray,
Empty your grey and black and accent that darkness,
Let it cloud your future, it's better you don't see..
Whatever happens, let it be..

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