Said the last goodbye,
Leaving us, as old rye,
Taking you, Earth withers,
And I am left in shivers.
Tears flow in eyes,
The driest ones; wept,
Grays are the skies,
The wind, no longer kept.
Children shall be told,
Reminiscent they'll be,
Before they grow cold,
That's how time does be.
Tales, rumours,
I shall dismiss them all,
As long as i live,
I shall know you.
Time,...
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