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There's really only one way you can see this poem. It's about someone dying, perhaps looking back on their life and not wanting to go yet.

Submitted:Sep 10, 2007    Reads: 122    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

It's called a lullaby

so innocent and sweet

a soft rolling off the tongue

a gentle, caring beat

But when it's sang to you

you just want to cry

because they softly whisper

this is your final lullaby

So lay down your head

lay it gently down to die

And I will softly sing to you this final lullaby


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