Death

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Death.
Sweet relief.
Sweet sleep.

Oh joy to run!
To play in the Sun!
To dance in a field of Flowers!
To sing at Night,
With the Stars so bright!
Under the glowing Moon.

When the last day is done,
Along with the Sun.
And done singing to the Night.
I rest my head,
In my bed.
And know soon again,
I will be with the Moon in Song,
And will dance with the Sun,
When Morning come.
Across fields of Cloud.

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- DragonPath

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