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A Farewell to Morning

There’s a slim chance that our worst fears will not come to pass,
Though all signs point to a continued loss of mass.

In the star which has given us life,
and illuminated our eyes
Now we stand both husband and wife
on the brink of failure after countless tries.

Ten minutes ’til dawn and still no early light
it appears there will now be no end to our night.

We alone remained on our world
to view this end of days.
And now we find our fates unfurled
in the absence of our sun’s rays.

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