once a place of wisdom now a dark abyss
a heart that suddenly stopped beating
because there is nothing left to miss
a lump of decaying flesh shuffling
up and down these streets we know
slowly forgetting what is suffering
and the memories that we can't let go
are the last speck of meaningful love
we have of all we lived and can show
give me more of that which you speak of
because the light in my eye is fading
as you look at me from high above...
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