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The stand
I bravely stand ,
but maybe mistaken .
Loneliness is overcast ,
but the road is not taken .
Withered leaves are dead ,
and not being anymore awaken .
For what do they survive ?!!
for being not shaken !!!
As I say hello , a must to say goodbye .
No ways
No eras
No heros
But alone I stand .