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Watch the skies falling, crumbling at my feet.

Watch the day running out of my reach.


I want to kiss your every bleed. You won't let me, 

You barely need. Dead and gone, dead


And gone. Past the Styx, we're dead and gone. 

Across to Hades, never to return. All these


Years without your help, never thought I'd 

Survive, but I think I did. I think I did.

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