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Leaving my mark
The stars are dim, the moon is sleep, no sound or snore, not even a peep,
The time is slow, and sorrow is near, I feel that tear about to drop my dear,
When I see there isn't any hope, and place my heart down,
I loose my grip on life, and join my heart on the ground,
Lay in peace until the rain comes, washes me away, and dried to the sun,
When I am gone to the heavens of beyond and leave man, Ill remember this day, and hope man remembers this way.