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I sleep alone,
While those about live on their lives. Night melts to the sweetest of dawns, The dawn of my last breath, And I will never again awake. Eyes...so sad, Are shut now, And forever so, As the were the windows to pain. The light of life has diminished. A new light comes, It stirs my shivering soul. It holds me close, Like a child, And I am finally one. Now I am whole again, And I fly through the whisps of clouds, Hearing songs never heard before, As heavenly tones soothe my heart. I am warm. I slept alone not long ago, But where I was a half, A crying, mourning, melting soul, I am born again, As one, a whole.
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