How shall you leave me,
in morning or night?
No one can answer that.
It's not in their sight.
If it be morning
my nights will be hell.
If it be night time
my morns will repel
each new morn when I awake
and find myself alone.
Leaving me at any time
for the eternal unknown
is unthinkable.
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