ach
in irritation
and frustration
ach
and yet the sun is shining
the autumn leaves are gold and peach
where does your
ach
come from?
ach
you don't know
and yet the rocks outside
are still and silent
they know they'll be worn by the rain
till all that's left is dust
ach
but they don't complain
only we complain
ach
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