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Through the tunnels of my ear lobes
They came, talked and left, the words echo
Struggling in strive, they stumbled
Waking up and back to our beds
The living and dying dressed up
In recurrent cycles of woes
Looking at our history lesson
I wonder why we forget fast
The dead fret not for the living
They are dead and rest now in peace
Hassles are for those still alive
On what the future holds for them
The dead natter with silent signs
In sleep, like death, we learn to die

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This one can do with a softer brush, I know death in some places is hard to take, but that last leaving to journey on is the same for us all and to me from what I have been told is a beautiful thing.
Dying is the problem as you have pointed out, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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