Paradise Lost
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The trees stand hollow,
their roots grasping at dust.
Once, rivers sang to the earth,
now silence lingers in their beds.
The sky, a faded echo of gold,
holds no memory of what was.
Footsteps vanish before they are made,
and the wind carries only forgetting.
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