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Falling Feathers

Falling Feathers, Drifting Down

Onto The Ashes, Without a Sound

My Life is Done, The light has Left

The Darkness I see, has Endless Depth

But what is this? This strange new Urge?

The Light is here, of the Dark I will Purge.

The Light Shines through, I Feel it as Fire

I am Reborn, Death is the Liar.

As I soar, through my Well Known Skies

I see my Death in different eyes

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October 25th, 2010

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