Till shades of time come to pass
when shades of light fades into night
would no one care to know of me?
Would my time been wasted
In shades of past recourse?
Be my words be no less
meaningless that kindle to fire at last
Yonder still my eye do see
what care do they to me?
Without a word would they come to ask
Why have i not come again to pass.
Thru vast and wide this world is to be
would anyone wonder where i be?
But it is alas no one come to care
if i should come or not at all
for none come care to me at last
In valleys field i am to last
From shades of hues to pale death mask
I head to go yonder those hills at last
No one yet to bat a gaze nor speak in whisper.
That i have at last come to pass.
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