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The Acceptance of Death

My eyes become stoned
My face become dumb
But happy in dying everyday
With you and your
My voice is singing last note
Leaving all notes behind
But it is the most beautiful
What I need to rewind

My sense are gone mad
Like I am losing my nerve
But I still feel good
Having your individual serve
My ears are lost
Like a disappeard to world
But I hear your unending calling
Made my ear active in the world

In the last of sixties age
I got a my time brief
But No better time it can be
If I don't bear your grief
Someone may have complain
To have this dreadfull life
But I got my best way
As I want this life more.

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