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My haert does beat, my blood still flows, my pulse it is still there

Though I am dead, beyond the world of which I was once aware

A place of wonder, no limit, no end, the world in which I dwelled

A world from which, without hard work, I found myself propelled

The memeories still linger, like shadows that I cast

Pictures of a world to be viewed when that world passed

If I squint I can still see that kingdom in the far

A small gold light shines back at me cast from that distant star

To reach the destination I can but only strive

But with the flowing of this ink I become something more alive