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What do you know of me? You, who look upon me as an innocent, One to be sheltered and protected. But I have seen the sun Rising over the decaying mountains, Rays peering into vacant eyes of rotting corpses. I have seen the moon, The cold harshness of the light As it signifies the death of yet another day. I have seen the stars, The pinpoint sparkles that are wished upon By young and old alike. I have seen those who sit And ponder the meaning of their existence. I have seen people laugh at a joke Or cry at an injustice. I have seen time, and it has seen me. And I have seen the world as it is, And not as it should be. |
