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Apr 2019
Oh, how the bell tolls
Those mourning lost souls
Hear it ring softly through the night
Say they can’t move on
But disappear with the dawn
Another face fades out of sight
They dug graves to rot in
Their names are forgotten
The man they call Death wears white.
Luna
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Luna  16/F
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