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(Untitled 6)
The song of morning hearts
Crying for he who soon departs
Forever more just a sigh
A grain of sand before you die
Strugle claw and excavate
But all for not, from birth too late
Never more and always again
Lost love, lost life, and now a friend
To be to do and feel once more
That one person i did adore
Onwards ever onward the grain fall
Each one tiny, each one small
Each grain a man who died today
Each one left no voice to say
Who knows with sand is next in line
Or what lay below mine
A greater loss that never felt
The blow that one grain of sand delt
No more flying fo more feeling
Life goes on, we all keep dealing
Trade your soul for mortal life
Live the toment and the strife
Eternal life is not a gift
A living hell upon this rift
May one day i truely die
And no more have to live a lie
Cold in earth or trapped in hell
Either suits me just as well
And should i go before my time
i hope to see the one whose mine.
