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And as the glare of life

Flickers from the womb

Slowly decays

An entropy still

Erodes each being

From each womb is a grave

and each day its decay

nothing will last

and color turn gray

And as the glare of life

Leaves from its eyes

Slowly fades

Shallow decay

From each womb is a grave

and each day its decay

nothing will last

and color turn to gray