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I heard the distant call
Somewhere over the hills
It beckoned to me
But I could not come
I looked down to see
The chains wrapped around me
And if I pulled on them
I would unravel
I heard the distant call
An echo of past dreams
As I lay there on my death bed
Surrounded by grim reality.
Somewhere over the hills
It beckoned to me
But I could not come
I looked down to see
The chains wrapped around me
And if I pulled on them
I would unravel
I heard the distant call
An echo of past dreams
As I lay there on my death bed
Surrounded by grim reality.
Published 18th Jun 2016
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16th Jul 2016 7:13am
11th Jan 2018 3:52am
A powerful way of showing how having regret while on one's death bed can actually be even worse than the impending doom of death.
Great work!
Great work!
