Dead Men

Stars like pinholes on the night sky

Flutter and shine while I,

I wait for the promises of dead men to arrive

To reassure me that we are still alive

And reason not to fear to die

A curse that plagues men such as I

We all become by the by

Snuffed lights in our starry sky

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