Mortality

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A sigh, a cry,
the dawn will rise.
The day brings  me neither joy nor sorrow.

Does my hope slowly die?
Words I've yet to lie;
my simple lack of yearning for the tomorrow.

Do not pity me,
Your thoughts are merely borrowed.
Time will take us all.

I look to the sky and sigh.
Some at the break of dawn,
others in sorrow.

The moonlight fades―
my feelings slip away.
The mockingbird sings it's last goodbye.

It is my time-

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