Death
Death is a beautiful thing,
Death makes us all think.
What happens after you die?
Eternal peace?
Do you float to the sky?
I think death is like the wind,
It can blow you over,
But you can't get back up again
Death is graceful,
Death is free.
Death is coming for you and me
Death makes us all think.
What happens after you die?
Eternal peace?
Do you float to the sky?
I think death is like the wind,
It can blow you over,
But you can't get back up again
Death is graceful,
Death is free.
Death is coming for you and me
The Dead Poets Society
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