What's so cherished never deigns to last,
Note I, still stagnant in the past,
And dare not put finger in mine eye
To see you so easily pass me by.
A million worlds pass before me,
Intangible, hardly able to be seen,
Flaunting all that never could be.
And here am I, bitter pangs keen.
Forgotten, forgetting, no more sight
For this old stranger in the night.
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