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Never knowing how

Seems so far out of sight

Like a blackened moon

In the pit of night.


Growing deep inside

Taking over my mind

All that’s close to me

And for all mankind.


Never knowing why

Seems the way it seems

Bad to the good

Is this all life means?


With each shining star

Shines a different light

But in the end of time

We all have the same fight

The End

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