Although we were so eager
And of the purest mettle
To give ourselves entirely
Through no fault of our own
The sun refused to take us in
And stood there waiting to see
What we would make of this being
Turned away at the very gates
Exile comes after betrayal
Not only from them but from ourselves
So the first water was made of longing
And our resulting tears oceans of them
Poured out on the barren ground
Where we would have to start again
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