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May 2015
Death is a cosmic joke, the punchline.
Something we fear so much,
Yet its the second gift.
We are born into pain and madness,
As a lock fits the key,
Locked in our bodies till the death that sets us free.
With the dying of the light,
Comes another chance to be.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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