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Death is near,
Our love awaits,
We'll walk the clouds eternally,
The whisper of a soft tune play afar,
My angel, diamond, sweet and loved,
Our death is near for you and I,
On the day a feather will fall,
On the staircase that protrudes from our beds,
The kiss of a tear will bead down your soft face,
And form a river of two,
Of me and you.
- by The Epia Journa |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2009 |
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- Title: Death Is Near
- Artist: The Epia Journa
- Description: A love poem~
- Date: 08/18/2009
- Tags: death near
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