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These lost souls I view upon, They're Dying silhouettes I look after, They're dwindling souls rush upon tempests and gales, The dying atmosphere, I view with my torn eyes, Sad souls I see, Some to purgatory, Maybe to heaven, The cold nights that wither Their sad souls, Some taken advantages of, Yet Some who's loved ones missed, The crimson skies, The sunken sun, Tears? I cry out, Nature showers rain, A fleeting haze,