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The door closed again,

and still the stars shine bright,

or is it just the darkness fading,

and away I seem to go,

and away I seem to stay,

never wondering any more what brings the joy

in a hopeless happy yesterday.

Now the sunshines through her smile,

and the tear drops fade away,

and laughter is the same

crying on the inside as a joy

that is yesterday's remains.

Now the sky has fallen or so they say,

because i can not bare the burden of these clouds

hanging upon my shoulders,

and I shrug off the waste of an early tommorrows misery,

for the wonder of late nite tonite's evening dream.

Now my fantasy has mis-shapen what I've come to hope of reality,

and this unabtainable moral inside my ever dying immortaility.

The door closes once again.