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By the Window Stair

up by the window stair the night owl screeches by out in the opal night stretching across the sky up by the old tin roof i hear the lady call out in the darkest night she bids me to fall up by the paling moon when the nightly death does spake out in the cold cold night the lady comes my soul to take

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Date: 3/3/2011 3:27:00 PM
This really speaks to my heart and fulfills the mystery of the end of life. This is how I picture it, in essence. Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing
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