The prophesied days have come to pass.
Last poem of mine, earth has lost its magic.
Don't break my heart, don't resound.
Not long ago, free as a swallow,
You accomplished your morning flight.
Now you've become a starving beggar,
Don't go knocking at the stranger's door.
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