Sydney L Biography

I come when I am summoned
By the people of Above
From my home beneath all else
Where no souls know no love
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My eyes are dead
But I'm alive
Yet what I am
Remains inside
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Death comes softly
But not weakly
It walks quietly between the trees
You can't hear it coming
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Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon,
You've left me alone again.
The sky is empty, and very dark,
Where have you gone my friend?
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My mother sits knitting at the fire
The flames cast her face to the shadows
The click of her needles
And the chirp of the crickets
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