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Aye, I am

The moon for I wax

To wane - I am

The tides, I rise to fall.

Eye the facts:

The flame has to burn

To be a flame;

It can't be stored away.

I'll say "Goodbye".

I won't wince,

Lament, nor flinch:

I'll blossom, then wither;

Like a river seek the sea.

Aye, I will;

I'll go if I must:

But not today

And not tomorrow

I will shed no tears:

I will say "Goodbye".

Aye, I'll seize

The days to come:

I’ll drink the hours

To quench my thirst for life.

I don't envy

The worms' hungry lot:

They may crave but can't have

What is not for the grave

I will shed no tears:

I will say "Goodbye".