The evening draws near
Time grows short
My time here is almost at its end
I will be leaving soon
To where I do not care
Nor do I know
I have left no marks
My soul is empty
And dieing out
I am being to leave this plain
I feel myself fading
But wait there is one
One I knew nothing about
I see them in the distance
It’s too late to stop it now
My fading continues
As I fade away
The one reaches the spot
Just in time to see me leave
All that is left is the smell that lingers
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