You look at me and think you know me.
You open dark eyes and still don't see.
Listen with ears too deaf to hear.
Feel with a heart that will no longer care.
Kiss with lips that no longer taste.
Stumble forward with eager haste.
Say goodbye little one, say goodbye.
Take a deep breath and no longer cry.
Whispers from the Shadowed One,
This living dance of death now done.
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