Danny
Death,
I feel cold,
Sitting beside you.
An image of that man,
Yet unseen nor heard,
I speak it just out.
I am moon,
Which came way down,
The morning coffee.
Death,
I feel cold,
Sitting beside you.
An image of that man,
Yet unseen nor heard,
I speak it just out.
I am moon,
Which came way down,
The morning coffee.
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