Every bite just as woeful
Each morsel just ash
All the same
Who has known
A true absence
A quiet dignity
Is to be truly grateful
Poisoned by premonitions?
For when shall fear
Be replaced by understanding
Each morsel just ash
All the same
Who has known
A true absence
A quiet dignity
Is to be truly grateful
Poisoned by premonitions?
For when shall fear
Be replaced by understanding
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