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Alone Dreariness, loneliness, death and demise- From this low position my heart cannot rise. The burden of sadness lies thickest of all, Not one to respond to my heart's lonely call. The coldness of the world beats heavy in my heart- Though surrounded by friends I lie strangely apart. The end to us all will come and deprive, But how can an end come to those not yet alive? Christopher T. Moore July 21,1989 |
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