The day has turned too late
We forget what we once were
An hour's victim played
In the shadow of a stair
Return to body's rest
Exhale for why we care
Accept a daughter's pleas
Alone, the wander fair
Denial of the past
Limitless appeal
The world has made its mind
Known to all who hear
The gentle touch of life
A lover's whisper, dear
Breathe in me a new begin
Fight and kill and gasp and win.
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