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His Darkened Throne
When you become old,
Sleep lies much closer to death:
Death's angel is always close by,
Waiting for a chance to steal your next breath;
A few breaths stolen-
And he might start rowing you home then-
The seas so smooth, you'll never see
His darkened throne under the water.
Sleep lies much closer to death:
Death's angel is always close by,
Waiting for a chance to steal your next breath;
A few breaths stolen-
And he might start rowing you home then-
The seas so smooth, you'll never see
His darkened throne under the water.
Published 15th Oct 2011
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