Don't repeat.

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Cryptic, I'll make you cryptic
But I will record it
The mornings are recorded and the sparks ingrained
Time will fade it by a degree willed
And I fill grow into ashes which will form
You alike and then we return
So I'm sorry if I failed you and you are rejoicing if I fail
For you the best and no less should come
If you need me you have me, but for now it is done
Be free and ill, and hate me or forget
Today will be forgotten just as the days which have come
We don't exist now
Only the future which there is none