When sunlight takes part
From the tip of the trees,
When the clamor of this world
Gets cool by the cool breeze,
You then went away without making me know.
As a shadow you lived, as a shadow you left,
Because, you were without pomp and show.
I did not know, could not guess,
Such a day may come in my life.
That my little brother would go
And I would survive.
The last light has sapped you,
And pushed me in the dark.
It took my joy and my smile forever.
Life might be so
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