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I lie here

As dead as the leaves

Waiting for the frost of winter

I whisper dying verse

the chilled wind

carries them away

I wonder

If they’ll ever be heard

With an existence

such as this

What is there to thank God for

I’ve yet to see a man

Die wearing a smile

And I don’t understand why

Mourners walk slow

Through their

Solemn fields

Grey grasses sway

As the sun rests

My only request was to be left alone