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It’s the fading of passion,
A casket for ration
Grey is forgetting, all decaying,
the dust on scrapbooks, tapes replaying

Never white but not quite black
Just enough to take me back
Takes it all and leaves too little
Morals fade and rights grow brittle

Pull up the covers, put it out of sight
Grey’s the monsters in the night
A hearse in traffic, never arriving
Flowers wilt that once were thriving

Its drags me further in the mist
Until it’s futile to resist
My skin is dry, my eyes are waning
As ever drop of life is draining

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