There is nothing I have done
in this life of dreams and sorrow
that I would trade away
for just one more glad tomorrow
I feel reality shift and tilt
the end is here, or soon it shall be
and all the things that I hold dear
are smoke and mirrors, sweet slim reality
The voices rise, too soon they're fading
Loved ones close, yet then depart
My life is done, I'm slipping quietly
Slowing now, be still my heart
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