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Gone Gone like a theif in the night
His shadowy cloak has stolen my light

Out out like a candle's flame
His icy breath leaves only my name

Away away tomorrow is gone
His fearsome grip says that I don't have long

Goodbye goodbye to the clock counting time
I wish I could steal from you to make mine

Why why I ask in one breath
His answer is brief:

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