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Late is the hour you come here
with pleas and claims I won't bear,
to save what remains: a flickering choked in a rising smoke.

I welcome no call upon
a grace offered not to this one,
and my centuries of searching the dust will not be undone.

Leave me now you who ask this,
as I've said before, I choose.

And I bled out all the years empty for fools,
beneath frail stars failing without words to soothe.
now I'm weak, and some grim past still feeds, sick and leering,
and yet all lights fade, but this one.

Never in wait, will you find me
for by my sure step, all time's kept,
and here as the sands drain fast from your glass do you idly ask,

how can you now refuse me,
as my world grows dark but for you here alight?

Light up and shine, will you yet join me? blinding beside me?
Light up and shine.

Did I bleed out all the years vainly on you?
Beneath frail stars empty and without truths?
Will you be slave to some past you've seen? I'm through waiting.
I know, all lights fade: not this one...

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