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death poetry

tripping up, falling down
now while my lips are living
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
lady, your heart has turned to dust
the stars fell from heaven
melancholy, blue it was
we break the glass whose sacred wine
why then, must we see?
here lies a most beautiful lady
what spiteful chance steals unawares

 



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