A life of bliss
Is what I missed
But now
Too late, it's gone,
So I wait amiss
For Death's cold kiss
As I strain to heed
Its parting song.
I part my lips-
I seem to smile
I see it oh so clear,
But what I thought
To see was naught
'Too Late'
Is all I hear.
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