Little by little thy keen fade
Panacea be in stealth, corrade
How problem hath brought
me an uncertain thought
How keen am I?
Am I not human?
How earth and sky
collapse, I be gone
The world now in grayscale
My deeds hath failed
Roads to unknown taken
my fate was stolen.
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