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So soon to die a natural death A death's head on the table, I wish I'd been a troubadour Or Viking hailing shores. The sun is setting, and my thoughts Are going down again. Until their essence dwindles Like a flame expiring slowly In a sudden, defiant death. Back to '19 Meditations" |