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Join together in a chorus
As we morn the death of love
For, their death is now forever
Let their spirit quarrel above
No unborn signifagince
That could yet replace thier soul
As we await the death of others
Tainted, young, and old
A tear shed for those lives lost
Is nowhere to be found
For life has no signifagince
Since death is all around
Some may die in peace
Other deaths found somewhat unearning
Death is all of inevitable
For life is forever unearthing
If death be yerned in honor
Dignity or respect
All we seem to find is anguish
and all of thier regrets
As we remanice, we can never think
Of lackadaisy spirits in the sun
We lose all peace and harmony
As we sing the opera of the fallen ones
 Spade6sic6 · Thu Jun 14, 2007 @ 01:44pm · 1 Comments |
