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with yellow spots
across it's cheek
eyes it close
a silent weep
I tell it no
it's all alright
but listen well
no, it will fight
the shadows chase
an unknown foe
while tear drops fall
to far below
a puddle forms
before the night
when time has come
to face the fright
it's dying now, can't you see
only to come back to me
then die again, is it's fate
the sun's sweet song, on repeat
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