Shadows flow in an incessant cycle
Making their mark on swallowed streams
Of life, of fate and all that trifle
Such entwined are our shadows and dreams
Shadows of past, of fears and fate
As the darkest night at its grimmest hour
Lighted worlds of fantasies and faith
As the silver sunshine at its brightest hour
Such is life in all its hours
Sunshine and noxes, shades and shadows
While truth is obscured in uncertain hours
We yearn to perceive its hides and halos
For such is life in all its hours
Variegated streams of shades and shadows
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