As the day departs and creeps on me in a strange new world of unending night, beyound the restriction of time, with the whispers of fallen souls, the soft melodies of heaven told, but to my sight do I behold the likes of those who warmed me in earthly cold, who helped me in years so old, who left me on sorrows road, for my life and theirs is but an autumn sun, it must rise, and so must it set, it's like a day in a million yesterday.
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