Though the lights are glimmering
It is glitters of darkness
Though the crowd is cheering
There is a sense of quietness
All one could hear
Is one's own breath
Fighting to keep it alive
The wires are still intact
But it is not helping
The machine is working
But it is slowly fading
All one could remember
Is one's desire to see the sun
Fighting to keep it alive
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