I died and took away with me a light,
Too soon they said, that I had gone astray,
And I've given birth to an early night,
That held me blind from every sickened day,
I died and left the glories of my pain,
Too brave, they said, I've basked bright in them all,
My truth was that I'm tired of my own reign,
The plan was always mine to choose my fall,
Like morning dew that dried up all too soon,
Like stars that vanish as soon as they rise,
I'm also grieved like they are grieved at noon
By silent wolves that hunt where my heart lies
Like hungry words in heart of a mummer,
For I'm the sun that withered midsummer.
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