A mist gathers in my eye since dusk,
A void echoing your absence, a hollow husk.
Bury me now, let me breathe at last,
My pulse, it seems, has slowed, the moments amassed.
My pulse, it seems, has slowed, a weary beat,
A void echoing your absence, bitter and incomplete.
Time, it lingers not, it never stays,
Its nature mirrors man's fleeting ways.
Its nature mirrors man's fleeting ways.
A mist gathers in my eye since dusk,
A void echoing your absence, a hollow husk.
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