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Oceans of chaos, 
Waves of pathos, 
Storms far out in the sea.

Rocks made home near the shore, 
(as dead as they could be!)

What is the Sky smiling at? 
Why is the Moon still smiling?

Is it to witness such wrath, 
Such destruction, such pain; 
Only to admire 
The beautiful sight it all made?

Selfish, 
Isn't it?

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