my image of death

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i can remember death as it was a old song

hearing my ancestors songs and old stories racing in my mind

i see the only face i'll ever see before  i die

but i still see my self in a broken mirror

i know my next generation will sing my song, telling them that they are strong and wise

i wake up to different gates...now what path of my new life shall i take now?

  

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