There's our past, shattered on the floor.
There's the vultures, scattered on the remains.
They hover away in abhor.
There's our star, blinked away for good.
There's the starlight, extinct, forever away.
It shines on where we once stood.
There's our names, engraved in dead trees.
There's our footsteps, erased by dead leaves.
We're just a breath in the breeze.
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