Life Story
At the end of the day, sleep
Here the borderlands of life
Shadows of mortality keep
Times of joy, times of strife
A dusk of idols, a falling star
Night closes in, a land of dark
And mists: we look only so far
Fire burning gives brief spark
A crescendo, and a closing note
The music comes to a final end
Pen laid down, last was wrote
A time to rest, not to contend
Each story ends, a new one starts
History the sum of many parts
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