The old shadow covering me is growing old,
growing cold
as I sit and listen to it ramble and sing sweetly
it follows me around but goes to sleep at night
the shadows arise as my skin tingles
the night comes near as it blankets close to me

The shadow covering me is melancholy
as I sit and listen to it cry and silently sigh
it mourns the days ahead
and is haunted by its past
the shadow sits with a sad glow
 
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