Sun drenched sorrow
Laying down before me
The sadness of tomorrow
Which I’ll surely see
Sunlit Shadow, fade
With this night that I reject
Sorrowful Sky, grayed
Cries for Benedict
Sad, soft shade
Call me again
With the sounds that you made
Moments before the rain
Broken, stricken semblance
Where have you gone
Away without a glance
Minutes before dawn
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