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The last leaf of a dying tree,
Falls gently to the ground,With no one there to see,Or to hear its fragile sound.The sun has gone dark,And the ground,..
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These eyes betray me for what lies before me is only an illusion, a twisted allegory.That is what i tell myself as i gaze upon this corpse. Then Death..
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Tick tock sounds the clock,Its counting down your life.Tick tock you wound the clock,By causing so much strife.The day is come,Your days are done,Ther..
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I've place my heart upon this shelf,Forever lost and hopeless.Yet that is when i find myself,Praying for moments.My last bitter hours, Fall upon me co..
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