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There he W.A.S. all alone in the front with that smile and his eye's wide closedAnd now I'd like to tryTo comprehend what he W.A.S. reveled in the same soul shine that ravished him blindAs darkness swallowed what was left behindSo shows it's how those good ones goThank you for the Eliot It's calloused cold and lame to rain scattered fragments of your brainOnto our byzantine's damp clayThey score with scorn our kingdoms walls that fall so obliqueHow many haunted minds just trying to make it through a nightWith the bloodied wounds of a dog fightTo lick and mend then form the scars that make us unique Mortalities resounding blow to the axiom of youthReverberated around your grave as overwhelming proofOn face to face we all face time and lose, so did you... From Letras Mania