The day was cold,

the night was old,

and all the pretty things

were gone like childish dreams.


Forever meant nothing,

the future held no secrets,

and even water couldn’t clean

the dirt of memories unseen.


Oblivion is close

for we are quick to disappear:

we came into this world,

thundering and noisy,


but we would soon be gone

like the shadows of the night,

and forever would mean nothing,

’cause our hearts would turn to stone.


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