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When the sun
refuses to
rise in the
east
no longer
sets in the
west.

When tomorrow
never dawns
the night remains
darkness is
permanent.

Our music stops
playing
not a sound is
heard
the world lies
in silence.

I can no longer
depend on my
muse
to guide heart
and hand
pen and paper
lie in silence
beside me
not a word
forth comming.

As my eyes
close
for the last
time
I breathe my
final breath
Will I forget you?

No,
not even then
I will always
remember.

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