DUST

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The dust is settling on me

Even before I am dead

The dust is settling on me

Will my life story be read?

The dust is settling on me

I have time to grieve

The dust is settling on me

It is falling through a sieve

The dust is settling on me

It blots out the light

The dust is settling on me

I am still with fright

The dust is settling on me

Hands open a window

The dust is settling on me

Sunlight is breaking yonder

 

The breeze stirs up and I flee

My steps are sure and free

I fly high above forests mountains and oceans

And what do I find

There is no dust on me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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