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Fallen Autumn leaves and withered trees No one mourns for such as these Whose passing hardly make a stir And memory begin to blur As seasons come do seasons go Death arrives as cold as snow Though new life rides on wings of spring The dead forgotten-bluebirds sing So what's the point of drudging on? To chase reluctant coming dawns that fleetingly turn darkest night abandoned day to blinded sight? And carpe diem? -What’s the use? The grip of death fits like a noose from which we all will someday swing Our farewell dance from final string So belly up with throats laid bare And struggle not against the snare For predators shall soon be prey The rich and poor alike to pay The price is life-both blood and breath Instead of fear-let's embrace death Surrender all those wasted years To leaves and trees we'll give our tears |
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