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Trite

Writer's picture: Bethany StimacBethany Stimac

Though my life is bright

I don't feel right

There is no petty, glowing spite

Or any bitter will to fight

I guess i only wish for flight

And to reach a beaming height

Before time flees,

And comes the night

Oh, I mustn't lose my might

Before time flees,

And comes the night


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