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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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