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Is This All About Our Faded

Is this faded i want from you
are we failure can't we faded in our life
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for you art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much i needed from you, Much you left for me,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shall die
Is this not my faded in my life of eternity,
Is this my life which i want from you,
And did you feel you sinking from my heart
I wont let u go, i be your life line
And some days we lost you know
Yes, this is faded in my life
I love you so much but the rest is past

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