Watch as the sun shall descend upon thee,
Making mortal of immortal,
Beckoning times end.
We wait, we watch
While all days become night,
All nights pass to light.
But no world can ask
Of time to wait,
For time obliges none.
And forever more time shall transcend,
All earthly inhibitions to
Times gentle passage, which continues on untrimmed.
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