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Shock The heavens cloud up; the sky starts to weep. Too many people now suddenly sleep That eternal rest without dreams or breath, Leaving stunned loved ones to ponder their deaths- and what of we who behind still remain? Will we vow to live now, expecting no gain, Or put off our lives for goals un-named, Maybe to squander chances as we refrain From filling our lives with good times, not pain? by Adele Jay |
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