Founder's Canon
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As the sun sets every day,
So do my dreams fade away.
As the wind of winter blows,
So’s the door of my hopes closed.
As the stars refuse to die,
With the dead my wishes lie.
As the weeds in gardens grow,
The growth of my problem’s not slowed.
As the world, for now, still turns,
My love for her forever burns.

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