dale111
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| 07 Mar 2012 08:35 PM |
When Death comes that is, When you truly live. When Death comes you see, The joy that was in family. When Death comes to chip away, What really there becomes clear. When Death comes to take your love, You realize your deed. When Death comes to bind your crops, You truly savor the supper. When Death comes to burn your dwelling, You feel the coziness of your bed. When Death comes to smite your enemies, You do feel a pang of regret. When Death comes to blanket the skies You are truly free.
And the candlelight I hold For fourscore years and more It did burn brightest tonight. And when Death comes to me, I came to Death happily.
And that candlelight I once held For fourscore years and more. When Death did come. And Death did go. That candlelight burned no more.
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