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Fate

On the edge of breaking,

Dawning of the moon, 

Tales told at nighttime,

Of things to come soon.

Late at night I watch,

The Zodiacs high in the sky,

Shining forth its brilliance,

You never stop to ask why?

Fate has come,

And fate has gone,

Leaving me behind,

Sighing, I watch the dawn

I’ve finally figured out,

What being alone means,

For today I left destiny behind,

Not to come back, it seems.