All the dark and the light
All the warmth and the spite
Our words haunt this room tonight and keep me awake
All the seconds and the years
All the laughter and the tears
Now a dying flame disappears with a cold handshake
All the night and the day
All the work and the play
Time heals all or so they say but what do they know?
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