What blind fool deeds their only life with death
As solely to be beckoned by that hand
What hopelessness does summon their last breath
When time shall reap their last day were they stand
Why dance with what should lie in history
What haunting lies do whisper as they rest
I yearn to be much more than mystery
Quite far before I meet my slumber's nest
A mark I've always sought to entertain
Like angels that present themselves to love
O through my words I tell that I remain
And not in vein I'll dwell with thee above
So well in time I'll touch that in my dream
To be with earth and heaven as you seem
As solely to be beckoned by that hand
What hopelessness does summon their last breath
When time shall reap their last day were they stand
Why dance with what should lie in history
What haunting lies do whisper as they rest
I yearn to be much more than mystery
Quite far before I meet my slumber's nest
A mark I've always sought to entertain
Like angels that present themselves to love
O through my words I tell that I remain
And not in vein I'll dwell with thee above
So well in time I'll touch that in my dream
To be with earth and heaven as you seem
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