The quiet lilt of time
Vermillion shades glistening
In freshly spun sun
I was down, down
To my last skerrick
And saturated pride
Led my merry dance
The short glow of tomorrow
Ushering extra chances
A few more march arounds
Until one day you drop
Shadow through light
The ground takes you
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