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Death follows life  Right behind it  Lurking in its shadow  Blending in with the natural essence of life  Then one day it'll consume  The life of one  And many  Without a sign 
great people die by making no fuss, ordinary people cry and make out fuss, but let us not make any of the either, No flood of tears too.   Earthquakes bring up destruction, and men calculate deaths,
i have a friend who flew with the times and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth-- the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
She was a hurricane a tempest so true so strong and indestructible blowing through existence and soaking everyone in her way   day by day more fell wounded from her rage
Words flow quickly from her singing mouth, as her hair was carried by a soft breeze. “You think you own whatever land you land on, the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.” As Englishmen
I know one day you'll have to go and that's the day that I will know, that you'll be under heaven's apple tree looking down and watching over me. I'll miss you and you'll miss me, so I'll dream of our apple tree
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