Uneven Rhythm

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What to say
when the days
are gone.
Where to go
to avoid
that one sad song.
I said what I could say
and then my words
were also gone.
But inside
you know they live on.
Just as the days are replaced
when they wither away,
as the music
repeats until dawn.
We're all at a loss
in every way
and yet we continue to run
as fast as the earth spins around on its point
for as long as it takes to the sun.

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