Forget

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As stars fade and try 

And as I wake up with a sigh

On a wicked world where I lie

On a world where the sun's shy


Where birds do not sing

Nor flowers that bloom in spring

Where giants roar yet sink

Into taverns of fear and dark that seep


And with silent breaths

Against the harsh deaths

I seek solace; to not fret

And with wide arms I embrace lethe


To a world dark and stark

Where sand like shattered glass

And joy fleeting far

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