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O! Death Stop

When indelible memories of the past, Torment my heart and mind; I write. When mist floats in front of the eyes, The light comes from behind; I write. When the men of the callous world, Compel me to be confined; I write. When my heart weeps wailing upon The wise being led by the blind; I write. When in self schemed distribution I see The deserving limping behind; I write.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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