the moon agrees
so be the days,
as sorrows grows
seconds linger,
as shadows grow
at days end,
the night begins
all the same,
it never ends
seasons pass,
years fade
from dust,
bunnies grow
stale tho murky,
still but same
tears have flown,
streaks of clean
as sorrows grow,
since they have gone away
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