On my fading day, I may
Sneak in, to throw a tale
Of, what words cannot touch,
And dreams can never say.
Passing time of mine,
Shall sing the sweet tale out,
Beg and cry, fall and fall
To stay along, and survive proud.
But only wish for the final day,
My eyes can meet your innocence,
Your warmth, and touch your silent play
Which alone can bring the eternal essence,
That even end could never slay.
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