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The stars twinkle in the sky As the universe shifts from day to night A symbol of time's never-ending cycle, yet Their blades whirring in the lonely night
The world moves on, but one is still A prisoner of one's own mind Trapped in a cycle of despair With no end in sight
The darkness creeps in, like a thief Stealing all the light Leaving one alone in the night With nothing but the endless plight
The turbines keep spinning, A constant reminder of the isolation As the world moves on, One is left in the desolation.
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