What of the silly, stupid lovers who swore forever'd come?
A girl that I was fond of and the boy who loved the sun?
What practical thinkers never could understand,
the fade doesn't wait for just anyone.
Those quiet night whistles-
so you hear them too?
Come morning,
they'll still only be half way gone.
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