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Sweet rosebuds ungathered have turned to compost now
sweet intoxication will not enter our maws
Hours near nine-thousand we have frittered away
Today’s last twenty-four we can’t hold time at bay.

We’ve no more tomorrows for today’s final day
there’ll be no more dawnings fear we’ll see no more Mays.
Our circle three-sixty today becomes closed loop
I’ll no longer chase dreams fear time my back has stooped.

No more skip in my step, there’s no song in my heart
fear it’s with a whimper mortal bonds I’ll depart
Where’s circle’s beginning and where is circle’s end?
Though my time is finished pray my spirit transcends.

Transcends through the darkness, and transcends through the void
and like endless circle no end to my voyage
From stardust begotten and to dust I’ll return
All pass through black curtain as our lives we adjourn.

Sweet rosebuds ungathered have turned to compost now
sweet intoxication will not enter our maws
Hours near nine-thousand we have frittered away
Today’s last twenty-four we can’t hold time at bay.