| I look at the wall
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| And what do you see there?
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| I see my light slowly dying
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| Silence!
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| It’s finished and gone
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| Nothing you can do, just wait for it to come
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| Finished, nearly finished, it must soon be done
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| I say to myself; |
| the light is extinguished
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| Despite the fact I never saw it lit it’s gone
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| All around is a static void; |
| shown as an empty hole
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| Forever gray, stranded between night and day
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| No doubt, for the end is here
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| Yes, it’s time it ended
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| What time is it?
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| The same as usual
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| Have you looked?
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| Yes it’s Zero
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| Go!
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| Why do you keep me?
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| There’s no one else
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| Life long the same answers
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| Finished, nearly finished, it must soon be done
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| I say to myself; |
| the light is extinguished
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| Despite the fact I never saw it lit it’s gone
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| All around is a static void; |
| shown as an empty hole
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| Forever gray, stranded between night and day
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| No doubt, for the end is here
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| Yes, it’s time it ended: stop
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| Portraying a world close its end
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| But returning and always repeating itself
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| A chronic pattern, emptiness of time
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| Progressing to oblivion
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| It isn’t dark
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| I’m asking you is it light?
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| Absent, always. |
| Let’s stop playing!
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| Never!
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| Cover me with the sheet
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| Your last soliloquy?
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| My final poetry
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| Finished, nearly finished, it must soon be done
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| I say to myself; |
| the light is extinguished
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| Despite the fact I never saw it lit it’s gone
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| All around is a static void; |
| shown as an empty hole
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| Forever gray, stranded between night and day
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| No doubt, for the end is here
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| Yes, it’s time it ended
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| Curtain |