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softly death

we are so very aware

We turn
we try to hide

But

there ! There !! There !!!

Death

•

We are lovely

( in midst cold death )

Gentle creatures

( in the grip of death )

Lovers
( but we can't find love !)

Death

Holds us in chains of fear

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Tomorrow disappears

( We

Disappear )

•

Still

We are love

Stillness !

( it is our Strength )

Quiet !

( the last true Song )

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We stand together

We love

And lo

Fear fades

And death is gone