isnt it strange

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Isn't it strange
How odd things are
When everything changes

And when the time comes,
And Death lurks close
The whole world shakes
Every rock quakes


The stones of my heart
Fade and crumble away
I turn to ash
And then, I am nothing


But then, like magic,
I am reborn
Freed from the mortal coil
I am reborn....
And I breathe anew


Death sure loves us,
But we fear her
Why is that?
What makes her so scary?


It's a mystery
A heartbreaking one indeed
But when the time comes
And we breathe our last
It's time to remember
We live in the present
And not the past

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