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The stone I see is melting
milking white
from wonted pelting
a poison and my friend
for he has died
such a loss to bear
my friend
the drowning one
the frowning one
it is my friend indeed
for he has died
The stone it lies awaiting
calling, watching
berating
reaching out for my friend
as he has died
Its whisper is a screaming
its hope is ever dreaming
melting, gleaming
milky white
my friend has died
And I am left here standing
with no one's understanding
milking white
from wonted pelting
it is I who is slowly melting
such a loss to bear
my friend
the only one I care
my friend
it is my friend indeed
my friend has died
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