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A Matter of Death
Alone I ponder on my life, As time draws to a close. I was blinded, could not see, As I lived the life I chose.
No-one will miss me, when i�m gone, No-one will mourn my passing. For in this life, no mark i�ve made, No sign left, everlasting.
Once gone, my name will disappear, From all minds that I touched. I learned so much from all I met, The one�s i�ll miss, so much.
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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