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To Be of The Past
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Old Unrefined Material Endless lights in the sky;
I was once among the stars,
Living in the light,
Such is my place gone.
One of many,
A rare few,
That is all.
All it takes for life,
And for light.
Even if chance gave,
To one star.
The beauty of one star,
To be near it is to--
To rid of opaque
And to give life to shadows.
But it is this fate,
That such a chance will not,
Shall not, Ever
Exist.
And to be gone,
From the stars,
It is better to be,
Of the Past--
It is truth,
Less we find a shadow
A shadow no more.
Into bleak existence.
