The light begins to diminish,
When you are not around,
The oxygen begins to immerse in air,
When you are not around,
The life begins to stagnate,
When you are not around,
The moments begin to crawl,
When you are not around,
The surrounding begins to cramp,
When you are not around,
WHY YOU HASTEN MY END THUS?
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