He scattered scraps, a paper rain,
Revealing how the winds did strain.
He scattered scraps, a paper rain.
Another truth began to gleam,
As I erased what I had penned,
Revealing how the winds did strain.
He scattered scraps, a paper rain.
His faith, it shifted, changed its face,
The god I once had understood,
Revealing how the winds did strain.
He scattered scraps, a paper rain.
One day, he shared my life's long tale,
With someone he had never known,
Revealing how the winds did strain.
He scattered scraps, a paper rain.
He shortened all my numbered years,
While I extended my own span,
Revealing how the winds did strain.
He scattered scraps, a paper rain.
Revealing how the winds did strain.
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