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The Last Time Elegy
 

 
The prelude tasted of dying

The elegy practiced soft notes

Around the dilemma of living

Tragedy rushed down our throats

The minds were never opened
The ears were plugged with sand
The answers fell in cadence
From the withered, lonely hand

Pick up the torch Methuselah
Your time is almost gone
Just like a dying animal
You leave us all alone

And I am but a question
That rolls in evening tide
Behold this life a mystery
With no place else to hide

The magnet draws you closer
You must look deep inside
Behold this life a mystery
With no place else to hide

With no place else to
With no place else
With no place
With no
With…
Wit
Wi
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Posted in 2007




By Bubby

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