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Picture Credits:
The cruelest joke to man,
Is the night turning into the day,
Letting rule freely the land,
That which at night is prey.
Each shadow stretching too long,
As the sun pierces through the sky,
The nights cool shield now gone,
As each star begins to die.
Hope fades into sadness,
As truth breaks through the clouds,
Each soft and tender carress,
Ends with waking sounds.
And the vapors of the evening,
Dissappear just as soon,
The sun rises over, steaming,
The fragile drops of dew.
Lovers part their ways,
After a night faking dreams,
Knowing that they ca'not stay,
The day erasing their screams.
And thoughts are shattered slowly,
As the beams glare on their eyes,
Destroying a night so holy,
Burning up the skies.
And slipping from lucid state,
The death that's light stands clear,
For now it seems I learned too late,
That you would not stay here.
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