Loved and worn down with age, And once they’re there they’ll find what’s left: Your name on the cover page. And just for that fleeting moment, It’s as though you’ve beaten death. That in the whisper of your name, You’ve taken one more breath.
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Loved and worn down with age, And once they’re there they’ll find what’s left: Your name on the cover page. And just for that fleeting moment, It’s as though you’ve beaten death. That in the whisper of your name, You’ve taken one more breath.
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