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Every morning when I awake sounds the trumpet of life,
And my heart..like the drums of war,
Beats the tune that marches my body to the grave,
Its understood that we began to die at the day of birth,
So the process is reversed....
Celebrate not my life...but yet my death,
Because among the clouds rest the soul of the saved.
Copyright © Donald Evans | Year Posted 2012
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