The almonds of your eyes

Seemed to decrease in size

The surety of your will

Now suffering for your bill
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Elapsing time had no effect

On your thoughts and retrospect

The palms of your hands now wither

Under the burden, the pressure
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The light space has filled with smoke

Cries of priests with sins to soak

Curtains hastily pulled away

The night burning out the day
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Your words no longer hold importance

Days composed with less allowance

Distance built upon buildings

This act has ended, no more readings
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