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  • Death

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    I think to myself,
    When i see Death I am gonna tell him Hi
    I feel him around the corner
    But when i arrive to it 
    He isn't in sight
    Yet I feel his presents near and dear
    He is wanting and long for me to join him
    Yet he hides why
    Were playing this game
    And I'm loosing
    So should i give up
    Or try to start winning

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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