Dragging their lives

They're deserted their homes

Years of childhood left behind

A hot summer sun

I would give into the open tomb

Fallen for the moment at least

Dead eyes, equaling the amount of dead stars

They must've envied me

Made me cring like a beaten dog

It was the night

The day, The dawn

Made me give in

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This is actually an exerpt from the book "Night" by Elie Wiesel