The eyes of the dying man closed,
Moist with memories, he struuggles to see,
Blind and held captive by the past,
He stumbles through the years
Silently asking for nothing but more time, a second chance
To reclaim what has been misplaced by the ghosts of time.
Darkness envelopes him, a small light in the distance calls out,
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