Mourning Grace
If today I follow death, go down its trackless wastes, salt my tongue on hardened tears for my precious dear time's waste race along that promised cave in a headlong deadlong haste, Will you have the grace to mourn for me?
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If today I follow death, go down its trackless wastes, salt my tongue on hardened tears for my precious dear time's waste race along that promised cave in a headlong deadlong haste, Will you have the grace to mourn for me?
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