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One last fight,

One final stand,

One endless fall

Of life's demand.

The plot, the secret,

The lie never told,

Not yet a sage

To be so bold.

This one is gone,

Cold as death.

But not as cold

As your lying breath.

It speaks kind words,

But never blinks.

Such a creature

With unbreakable links.

A gray bird of a sort,

Going through life,

No worries anymore,

No pain, no strife.

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