Death so sweet and kind. In its splendor shines the bright light. While quietly creeping upon you is death. Your embracing the cold. While warming your blood to ice. Turning white, bright, and pale. Your lips rose red. Your eyes full of life. Your hair full of beauty. Its the end of your life.
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My light be my delight.
As beauty tis a gray.
A strange light in day.
When time doth breaks away.
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Who's to say who is good or bad?
When, all of us are good and bad.
Have you ever even told a lie?
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Things do eat.
There is a cycle of life.
Things are born.
Then do die.
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Oh, the day. Oh, the day.
Oh, the day of none.
No day. No day.
Way day. Way day.
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