8 | Light Is Dying

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Light is dying, that is true
I see your tired faces
And I honestly can tell that too

Light is fading, far and near
Soon we'll be nothing
But a forgotten piece of Earth

Light is fighting, and that is clear
You can't even go out to play
Without hiding immense fear

Light is struggling, and that I see
But what can I do but watch?
This is not just me. This is society.
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