Midnight Sun

We live a life with knowledge that death must come.
The days of fall are graven
The leaves fall upon the barren ground, the raven
Calls out in the midnight sun.

Time knows the world moves on,
But time itself stops and graces
The grave of each, at different places
Until the world itself goes on.



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