text: <|endoftext|>mind: Tonight is For the Dying I've seen it grow dark ten-thousand times, yet never once mourned the loss of light, until tonight. Tonight I'm dying, dying, dying; before morn I may be ash in an urn, I know the light will return, maybe keeping ablaze its promise to others. Maybe not.If I had my druthers, the others would bedying, dying, dying, too,tonight.<|endoftext|>