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Black and white flashing before
Black and white flashing after
A gentle river across the floor
The echoes of laughter

Blackend eyes that stare
From an empty mind
That used to hold a flare
A soul which was outlined

Leaves fall and rise again
Only to fall once more
The overlap that continues to strain
Against it's captor, it's door

A candle that will never waver
A darkness that will never lift
Never working in anyone's favor
But causing their lives to be swift

The enemy of us all
The friend to our minds
A silk shawl
No one can hide, it always finds

Something that we can never escape
Yet something that is always lost
Something that takes no shape
But always comes at a cost

Tick tock, tick tock
The mouse ran up the clock

Tick tock, tick tock
The sound which will mock

Neither run or hide
No use disobeying
For I shall be with you every stride

The End

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