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A few more days till Death come
( this we all know )

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The silver dagger

The golden chalice

The pretty maiden and the path thru the meadow

I am always there

I am riding the sunlight home

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Lovely eyed child of the shadows

The burning fires of once great cities

The angry cries of the murdered masses

The lovers suiciding in their ripe and pregnant dreams

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We sit and write poetry
I'm not sure why

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Me and the child walk for a  while

Down the road and across the bridge

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The rising of the dead

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We are the living poem

You can write about us if your aim is to please