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Apr 2010
Lions in the street and roaming dogs in heat
As the rain makes the river run, the rain shows the death of the burning sun.
After the rain has gone, the rebirth of the sun won’t be long and the sun will remain until the next rain.
Life and death are in people as well as in trees and flowers and as you all know death is at the end of all these dying hours.
As ****** and **** are still a sin, death will still work from within.
Summer, winter, spring, or fall, it doesn’t matter death will still call.
Early morning, noon or night, there’s no way out.
Death is still in sight.
Some say death to you and I, and some say death is just another word for die.
I say death is just another word for goodbye.
I think death is another word for learn how to fly.
(c) 2000 Wayne Andrew Paskell
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