Peace For the Dead
Death unborn in it's truth awake from the dream of life learn from the scream turn from the cold yearn for the back home Gone are hidden places of youth no mornings to undo life is for the living what is there for the dead there is always,never yet die with so more left maybe life is for the living and peace is for the dead.
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