Wasted Lullabies
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Moon beams wash over softly,
till daylight can be seen.
Early morning sun sneaks through shutters thought drawn tight,
Lighting up the room,
killing and chasing away the once seemingly endless night.

Old reflections dance on wasted lullabies,
as tears are shed, while we whisper our goodbyes.