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Silently, here I lie, And peacefully, I now must die, And my heart beats and strums Like the sound of a thousand drums. Be it his way, be it his will, I will with all my heart love him still Because joy waits on those streets of gold, I miss them so much both young and old. Here I will write my legacy As your pour out an entire sea, Please don't mourn, dear heart, rejoice, Don't you hear the peace in my voice? I am pleased with what I have done And now I can see all my loved ones Don't steel your heart dear for it will rust As I turn back to ashes, as I go back to dust
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Silently, here I lie, And peacefully, I now must die, And my heart beats and strums Like the sound of a thousand drums. Be it his way, be it his will, I will with all my heart love him still Because joy waits on those streets of gold, I miss them so much both young and old. Here I will write my legacy As your pour out an entire sea, Please don't mourn, dear heart, rejoice, Don't you hear the peace in my voice? I am pleased with what I have done And now I can see all my loved ones Don't steel your heart dear for it will rust As I turn back to ashes, as I go back to dust
This was written for a French class project. The topic was to write a poem like La Ballade des Pendus by Francois Villon in which we knew that we were about to die.
#heaven#joy#rejoice
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
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