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The End
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Dark Every day it stalks my scent
Hunting shadows at my feet
Hiding fast until it's spent
Hoping that we'll never meet
Hoping I won't have to greet
The specter riding on time's wind
Hiding shame, my fear discreet
No one else to help defend
Why can't I make time's wind bend?
Fighting through the smooth and rough
How much longer till it ends?
Forever seems just long enough
And will I smile on that dark day?
Forever's not so far away...
