Voltaire
Life
Raise aching hands to weary skies.
Tired bones on suffered ground - all of this.
I wish that I didn't let wear me down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
Rest tortured bones in walls of pine.
A resting place for all of time.
But I don't want to leave behind the sweetly fragrant mist of life, life, life, life, life, life, life.
Quietly spilling pale moonlight casts a cross upon your smile.
As sleeping in my arms you lie, peaceful in your dreams tonight.
Night.
Night.
Night.
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Night.
Night.
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