Sighing to myself
as I sit here and watch
the desolate world change
from day to night.
......
In just a minute
It'll no longer be today
as tomorrow will approach.
And now I sit here
looking up at the night
to see that there is no more light
of yesterday, but the million
of shinning stars that overlooks
this chilling night.
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