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By the waning light,
My intrinsic fight
Has surfaced to the Earth.
My dreaded song,
It isn't long,
For life is short and bleak-
Like birth.
By the waning light,
The fleeting might
Has left me frail and weak.
No answers found,
Yet fate's profound.
A chest, no cage, could ever hold
The treasure that I seek.
By the waning light
I stumble,
For to the earth we rise and fall.
No matter how headstrong-
Right, fair, or wrong,
From the land we come and go,
And yet we still belong.
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