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death comes and here it is

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I seen a few kids on the road

dressed in fearless poverty

(  why ? )

I'm sure you know !

All our lives are still but

ONE JOURNEY

TO THE HEART OF THE SUN

( the true one )

we tell so many stories that point the way

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It is an EASY SONG to sing

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The mountains are gone

The gentle grace is *****

But we shall not lie

And call things differently

We shall simply and easily die

For Tomorrow

and for you sweet child

In this time of torture

And mass brutality

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A simple song

Drifts

As the children

Drift towards the road

The eternal road

Thru the vanity

Thru the fearfulness

Unto each other

Where ever we are

To love ?

We make it seem harder than it is

As the wind

Kisses our godhead and our cheeks