it's taken way my breath
and brought forth the present
we live in a life full of death
all will die though may be hesitant
flowers adorn the sullen graves
full of grace and tears
and not even you can save
what is the most dear
to you and what is the most
loved of all your possessions
full and rid of their host
gone and broke even lessons
learned long ago have lost
all meaning they ever had
polished over and glossed
could you ever think it lad
that this world so full of wonder
could end being so dark
could become so asunder
just wish and fly far way like a lark
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