It's called, in my own terms, the end of a cycle,
Yes, pray, never say die,
Nothing dies, neither will you nor will I,
Nothing dies, it's merely the end of a cycle!
Imposed upon all of us, by those rulers
Governing us from the subtle and silent skies,
Skies reflecting a peaceful bluish hue on sunny days,
And adorned with twinkling...
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