Come and see. Come, see what a twit I've been. Naked emotions, plain naivety, innocence pure and snow-white. The flame of life stubbed out. Through it all, time flows like a river.
If I've wings, the fluffy clouds I'd flit between, as in a dream, while sunlight lingers on my face.
So I sing my last song. Before the light goes out - in my mind...
Gradually, the window to my soul is shrouded...
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