It was merely a falling flicker
The dying glimmer
I’ll carry each day
Striving to be reclaimed
By the endless pastures of old
Yields only present anguish
Unwavering miles of regret
The mind must sculpt
Its shrine to former years
To spin the threads of remorse
In each grueling instant
Of misty-eyed reeling
I have found my home
In the care of memory
To slave away hopelessly
And loop for all of my years
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