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My growing eye

Holds upon the shrinking past

Rencompass a truth

Owning none

Knowing still

My defeated plea

Showing numb

My mind and tounge

Yet still i cry

Without resigning hope

It, i will never surrender

It, will be with me always

The peace

That when i die

I may find

Myself to joy