It went silent today,
for a reason unknown.
Not a trace of a cry,
Not a bit of groan.
Some frequent glances,
for a reason unknown.
Not a trace of a cry,
Not a bit of groan.
Some frequent glances,
in this twilight I cast.
Few waves of waning,
Few waves of waning,
and it died at last.
A blow of a loss,
this turn has been.
A blow of a loss,
this turn has been.
Now it doesn't shine often,
Can you blink it green?
Got wrecked in bits,
Can you blink it green?
Got wrecked in bits,
and my scars have grown.
A part of me was lost,
As died my Cell-phone...
A part of me was lost,
As died my Cell-phone...
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