The art, we’re faced with everyday,
soon vanishes, then fades away.
Each morning’s sky, a new ally,
may still live on, in each mind’s eye.
But summers fade, and time betrays;
it happens as we give each day.
In winter’s days, our time is weighed;
ensuing, then again replayed.
Our noble friend, this life’s great end,
and with it comes this blissful trend.
As days roll on into their slumber;
sunsets fall in endless number.
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