I am the Cynic of our golden age
The shadow of the time that passed
I watch the falling of my stage
That was said to everlast
I feel a slow but steady flow
That seems to quench your thirst
And I fall to ground below
As we both know I'm all yours...
No more loss, no more despair
And your still here... No more sigh
No more morning sun to be fair
For now I shall not lie
That is the way I eventually chose
For I feel autumn coming close


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