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11 May 2017

You may look and see 

But you won't find me here 

You may beg and plead

Yet I will simply disappear 
I've seen the years turn to ash

Seen the loves turn to dust

Felt the coming lonely decay

Bright Silver turned to ugly rust
I am locked in my head

With all that could have been

I have tried so hard to forget

Just what these eyes have seen

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