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I see a dying swan Resting on the marshes of the bank Her feathers white as snow Her wings like that of a silk I hear a dying swan whispering softly to the river While she rests and sleeps the river answers back with a song A song of life and death Graping onto her graceful neck breath took her away And now she sleeps and never comes back I know a dying swan she's like a mother and the river a home though her eyes told me no story anymore I still believe her, that dying swan
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
A Dying Swan
I see a dying swan Resting on the marshes of the bank Her feathers white as snow Her wings like that of a silk I hear a dying swan whispering softly to the river While she rests and sleeps the river answers back with a song A song of life and death Graping onto her graceful neck breath took her away And now she sleeps and never comes back I know a dying swan she's like a mother and the river a home though her eyes told me no story anymore I still believe her, that dying swan
"How do you feel when a person you love the most gets taken away unexpectedly?"
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NoahandNaomi
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NoahandNaomi
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
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