Waiting in the little hallway
Between summer and fall
In that shady corridor of days
Drowsy from summer's dream
Watching it all fall apart
Each leaf so precisely placed
Not a murmur touching down
Here it is again the end of everything
The last days grouped around the grave
With nothing more to say
Death lands on a perfect day
Not too cold or hot
Not too dark or light
No matter to me if it comes or not
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