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The Night

One day, the candle will go out;
I will stand in the dark
groping for the key to the sun,
gathering only dust.
That day, my breath will be useless,
another absurd gesture,
a habit to quit.
You will leave me, mother,
and I will only have eyes for the night.
Written by Mundus
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