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Tears flow down as I think of the dying,

Suddenly we in this soul becomes me.

Too much into this life we are buying,

To the mass I go upon bended knee.

Makes no difference, escape one more time.

Moons roll through loneliness of darkened skies.

Out of my sorrow when weeping bells chime,

Fall into the mask of this soulful guise.

Senses mingled but I can't remember,

Finding you a thousand times in my mind.

Life rolls around one more time in this ember,

This circle undefined by a straight line.

Head bending down in eternal prayer,

Giving this world one last breath of my care.



10/20/00