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July 7, 2019
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All of the days, the laughs, the tears, the worries, the fears seem silly

Did it all ever matter really

When all of the pain, smiles, and love is gone

will our lives merely fade into … Oblivion?

Or will the tales, fails, and fisherman’s lies

stream past a spirits watchful eyes

bringing joy, a tear, a little fear, and sometimes truth so clear

that the heaven’s will be bright, full of light, even into the darkest of night?

No matter our strife, or how sharp the knife, it may be our life

but when decay breaks away, material things turn back to clay, and the music wont play

will the energy given be all that is left

and the rest returned to…


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