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I hear soft bells chime nursery rhymes;
Songs of yesteryear.
So gentle, tender,
Dissolving every fear.
Lullabies and love songs play over in my head:
Swooning me, crooning me, until my eyes begin to shed
The tears of oh, so long ago
From words I left unsaid.
The Soothing sounds of strings and harp
In elegant harmony,
Echo songs of bliss, euphoria,
Uncovered in lost memory
The chorus sings its requiem
As I draw near my death,
And on the mirror, a gentle stain,
One long, final breath.
Whether lullabies and symphonies,
or waning tunes of death,
Sweet songs of love, or nursery rhymes
That steal away your breath;
The sentiment in these words and song
Forever remain true,
And hum the sweetest melodies
Which lead me here, to you.
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