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The earth, it shines

I fall away

It grabs my hand

But I can't stay

I've lost my will

To live and fight

I saw too much

I lost my sight

I used a shield

To guide my way

But it was torn

My dying day

I watched the moon

It dissappeared

I lost my grip

I'm burned with tears

Forget me

I don't exist

I am dying

I won't be missed