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Light bounces of the silver ocean

She walks on the soft sand

Busy servants sweeping motion

Palm leaves gentle land

Reach through time and space

Breeze caresses the green meadow

You touch my scared face

A heart, and voice so hollow

World will exact its toll

When flesh is no longer keen

All are doomed to fall

Better days have been

Time you treacherous thief

Unseen in the night

Life ever so brief

Ushers the fading light

How can any man agree

And willingly comply

Not to thirst, hunger, feel or see

Or surrender when he is to die

The twilight days

Have come so fast

Like the suns dying rays

All that one can see is the past

Nothing more to say

And very little to do

To the sky hope and prey

When the reaper comes for you