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Observing Death
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2007 Words finally make their way
To the surface
That's when it will be okay
Lay in bed
Dream a dream of spinning a dance
Spinning till you dizzy for the lifeless
Who put the life in the words
You speak of them
"Those who have passed on"
No more euphemisms to place on
Death
For we are fleeting creatures
Entitled to a Universal Truth
