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The years have rolled by, losing the light within my eye.
I have given beyond what the flesh can yield, I have lost my voice.
Silent I have remained in a haze of what to do’s
There are tear stained cheeks
Eulogies of greatness
The hellos and the good byes
Like a raccoon I wake up with black eyes
Candles were dripping on glass
The wailing imbedded in my mind
