The Passing

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#A4Day12: Of Intuitions and Suspicious Superstitions 

I fear the passing of days

The days will end

The nights will linger

The cold air embrace

The only light from the moon

I fear the passing of days

The flowers wilt

The trees lost foliage

The sun strays

The darkness inside creeping

I fear the passing of days

The love that we have

The treasures that we keep

The friend who used to smile

The laughter now just a dream

I fear the passing of days

The memories turns to dust

The heart turns to stone

The eyes weep the last time...

For in the end we are alone

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