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Oct 2011
When the petals began to fall
And beauty seemed to blow away
On a wind that carries us all
Not knowing when to go or stay

Will the days that hold me here right now
Disperse and dissipate
Will death come knocking soon somehow
I must never be late

For my funeral will be
A time to celebrate
A time for you a time for me
In death's freedom relate

Lets hold hands and dream of dying
Never knowing more
Than the pain, I breathe in sighing
******, I implore

Take me from this prison here
This earth with all despair
I would rather die than fear
And be not more than air
Written by
Sunny Johnson
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