Light of day never falters
Or hangs in the balance
Of hatred or romance
But what was…
And the slip of the decay
Is of consequence
Not of us
But what may.
So to march
And live on
Like the poet
Until it’s gone.
Forever forgotten
Light of day never falters
Or hangs in the balance
Of hatred or romance
But what was…
And the slip of the decay
Is of consequence
Not of us
But what may.
So to march
And live on
Like the poet
Until it’s gone.
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