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1d
It doesn’t matter how the sun sets,
nor how the clear streams flow.
There is no joy in waves of grain
or brilliant fields of snow.
 
This world in all its glory
spins round eternally,
but glory melts to sand and grey
because there’s only me.
 
I once lived life upon a world
with billions by my side,
where I spent my time wishing
I could run away and hide.
 
I prayed that God would give me
a whole world to call my own.
He granted it and now I live…
eternally alone.
Written by
Jeff Bresee
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