The last note fades… the soul is gone, bells toll low in hollowed air windows weep with frost’s embrace with a ghostly thread, “Get back to where you belong.” With pale fingers tracing a lifeless face, lost in a twilight’s dawn. Never more through the clockwork’s door. A dirge for what can’t be undone The world moves on. The dark remains. “Get back to where you belong.”
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