The Only Gift...
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The only gift you left
Was a stone on life's table.
Troubled, tormented;
You searched Time's sea for pearls,
Yet you could not grasp them.
They faded away like dreams.
Now you are but a bluish body;
Punctuated with needle marks.
May your wretched soul be set free,
And drift on summer's warm breeze.
May the gods of fortune forgive you.
May eternity be your playground.
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