Title: Leaving the cycle
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The flame is dying, as I sigh.
The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.
The ant scurries to build a nest.
Life starts for some, but I got to rest.
The flame is dying, as I sigh.
The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.
The ant scurries to build a nest.
Life starts for some, but I got to rest.
The flame is dying, as I sigh.
The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.
The ant scurries to build a nest.
Life starts for some, but I got to rest.
The flame is dying, and i.
The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.
The ant scurries to build a nest.
None
Is the flame of faith which illumines.
The flame ebbs and flows without a sound.
And a flame spreads along its rim.
The flame of love; you do not see me.
The flame is dying, and i.
None of the above
The air as of a fourth of July.
The air, and he to me: “if thou wilt have me try.
The air of may on my skin. oh, compare the joy of july.
The air as at noon-tide in july.
Is a lone wolf, who knows no air, or why.
None of the above
I've lived, and liv'd, with men who live and die.
The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.
That i should die.
And he to me: “if thou for such cause do die.
The last whose ashes clotted with blood did die.
None of the above
I go to the cemetery and lay them to rest.
The grass lays down a mat, and the ants come.
The ants move in, and the wasps swarm.
The sun is blinded by the horizon.
The ant scurries to build a nest.
None of the above