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Das Leben eines Dichters

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May the autumn wind blow through the hollow trees
As my minds eye rests on a mound of leaves
My only feelings of emptiness shroud my sight
As the salty stream falls past my hazel eyes
The last of great memories past my mind
I try to catch them like monarch butterflies
Yet as the sound of mourn echos in the dark
I now know that my life has made it's final mark
I take the chalice for a final sip
The poison kisses my bottom lip
I feel nothing for what I have done
So let the reaper take me, for he has won

Meine Gefühle des Lebens. Aber ich weiß, es gibt mehr, die hell ist.
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