You may be dim and weary,
you may be entrenched into faded;
Gloomy may be your days,
and shadows may be your stars;
But death may be asleep.

You may blossom then bleak,
you may excited then embittered;
Drought may be your hours,
and flooded may be your sockets;
But death may be asleep

Blithe for it may be blitz,
Bliss for it may be blip;
Nothing last forever,
for you may think you are dead;
But death may be asleep

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