Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Time We're Given

"We'll be washed and buried one day, my girl, 
And the time we were given will be left for the world.
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague, 
So let the memories be good for those who stay.

"And if your strife strikes at your sleep, 
Remember: spring swaps snow for leaves.
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends." 

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