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Death 2
DEATH
Distant bird calls echoed in the silent hills,
Evening’s crimson light illuminates the fields,
A small child dances under the autumn moon.
The world lives on with the dawning of each day.
How is it that the pain is still in my heart?
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Josehf Murchison
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