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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   the dying sun strains to smile

with painful moves he grasps my hand

his withered body burns with rage

he cries because the sky is blue

please don't fade on me

frightened, I scream

as the haunted trees laugh with envy

wishing they could still fear

but yet their souls tremble

beneath the weight of their knowledge

I feel the warmth slowly draining

it's time to die before we're killed

I say good-bye, the ocean loves him

he embraced the truth, rejected words

The Sun Is Gone.

the bitter kiss

the dying moon strains to smile

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