Just a Poem

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I walk through the meadows, the beautiful meadows.

The gorgeous, golden valleys of flowers and grass are enchanting.

I wonder about the days of happiness.

I'm not necessarily happy in this moment, but I'm peaceful.

It's my time.

The sunshine is quite sublime in these parts. I wonder for how long.

I love it here. With the flowers everywhere.

I now shall go and lie,
On the spot that I'll die.

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