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Death had clung with steely fingers
Far too long,
Refusing to relinquish its cruel grip,
On the spur of the moment.
As swift as the arrows of uncertainty,
It has transformed those bright days
Into seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years
of dark, and soggy gloom.
And of sonorous calm.
Exuding an ambience of timelessness.
Far too long,
Refusing to relinquish its cruel grip,
On the spur of the moment.
As swift as the arrows of uncertainty,
It has transformed those bright days
Into seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years
of dark, and soggy gloom.
And of sonorous calm.
Exuding an ambience of timelessness.
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