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Lonely Poppyfields.

Could this life be that simple?
a frail mentality in its own separate sky
a simple drum beat in the mist
could we talk to each other..
without speaking?

When life beats you
and devils are staring you down
just ask yourself
are they really devils?
or angels come to take you away

Remind yourself
there's always a cold wind coming
a subtle war marching
someones starving
and still friends, lovers, stay true.