Everything must pass away
I thought upon an autumn day
As the cold sun sunk to the west
I clutched the dagger to my chest
The road which brought me to this place
Was dark and empty, lacking grace
It was a stormy path I'd tread
Turning my being, into lead
Gone from my chest, inside all hollow
I chased love and death had followed
But escaping was the trick
My body fine, my heart was sick
And so I sat and watched the sun
Knowing now the pain was done
The cold sun sunk into the west
I sunk the dagger in my chest
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