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The End is Drawing Near
A journey nears its close,
Will my words still flow?
My pen races, eager to compose
But time is running low.
The end is drawing near,
Will my muse abandon me?
Or will the words appear,
In a final symphony?
With each stroke of my...
Will my words still flow?
My pen races, eager to compose
But time is running low.
The end is drawing near,
Will my muse abandon me?
Or will the words appear,
In a final symphony?
With each stroke of my...
