From Dusk to Dawn, the spirits never dies!
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I started my journey a long time ago,
All alone, taking my shadow along.
My walk began at dusk,
And ended up with someone at dawn.
I had a hand to hold,
He had a heart of gold,
I counted on His shoulder,
For shedding all my tears.
An annyamos face it was,
Had never seen Him before,
But still He had,
A special place in my heart.
At dusk, my walk came to an end,
A success as it was,
I turned back for Him,
And He was no where to be seen.
My eyes desperate for His sight,
My fingers waiting for His touch,
Stood in complete awe I wondered,
Was He even there or not.
Wanting for him to return,
I knelt to the ground and waited,
And all of a sudden,
A paper on the ground caught my sight.
“Don’t wait, for I am not going…
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