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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An Elegy on Death The Death holds many grounds Fly upon the hard-live head With a mystery gets do rounds Pass near the land of buried shade. Before,years I entombed there These years that going to come I know one day I lie here, Follow my death that life become. The midnight I awoke dark-cold Of summer's night, fills vassel of fear, When my tears in doubt sold When my life in dark snare! The darkness I hold in mine When good convert -dark spread, Something I think as a Divine At last, looks me as a weired. The last time I got shock I consider I'm still at it, The mystery I hold not a mock When live isn't live it's survive alright! Genuinely I buried in the place of king, The place is his heart and I slept From years in depth sleep,song sing Birds awake in the midnight to love kept. The restless bird is his mind And I awake in its conscious, The pain we can all hide From each other are furious. Life takes a long journey With white-night he got, Pilgrim stop near love's survey, That he begun in love's doubt. Mourn on his death that I led The heart I placed on fire coal, Pumping for me,who doubt's fed How I die in that guilty soul! The death we got in vale With delibrately doing wrong Not a hoax and not so well, Fine in pretending,hurt strong. Lament on the death we nod, Only one can leave the attraction While both burning in fire's lod Yet, far from each other,is tradition. The whole wealth of tressure The whole faculities of Heaven Very pleasures,very peaceful sure, But not any amout,I'm driven. Okay! this lament places as always But I don't care, better than remorse That kill me in ever ways, The unhalthy-mind is,the all of cause.
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