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A wanting for death
When you are already dead
Will not bring you peace
No matter wat is said

The final nail is pounded
This wish is sounded
For who will be here
After these recollections clear

I will go without fight
Finding the way with lost sight
Reaching for trembling hold
Burning with numbing cold

This wanting for death
My whole life rests
On the edge of the known
To find my way back home

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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