Last breath

January 24, 2009
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Morning strikes as the moon begins to fade
The sun rises giving the gift of life
Where have you gone?
The memories come back bringing distortion to my face
You were suppose to live forever.
Like a season gone by too soon
Or a lovely soft tune, played too quick
So was the last breath to leave your lips





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