SUICIDE SOLUTION

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I fear I will miss
all the Earth and all the sky
when I die
the blazing brilliant dying even sun
reborn every early early morn
and the clouds that decorate the vault
the grass that covers the ground's modesty
lest the Earth herself should be naked
I will miss her, oh, so much
the leavening springtime's sunny touch
warming flesh and warming bones
after lengthy Winter's freezing tones
I will miss her spidery kiss
the web of her each strand a strand of this
that graced my face and left a lingering touch
I will miss my life, so much
I will miss my life, so much
I will miss my life, so much
but why?
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