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Skullcap
Friendly nightshade
Blades of grass
Hacked back
Against the grain
Smell of chlorophyll
Released by rain

And pain
Is in the world
Every moment, but we try
To look through it
And move on with life
Rags of chloroform
And Thorazine aside

We do what we can
And falcons still soar
Careless of our concerns
And engines still roar
And tires burn
Because whatever we do
Or say,
Whichever way we look
Or to whom
Or whatever we pray,
The world still turns.