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The Remaining Few
painted air
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Here I lie on my deathbed,
recalling things said,
as my world slips away.
A man stands over me,
one final plea,
though I disagree!
Cars, daytime and light,
running red light.
Other drivers won't yield.
People stand without sound,
tears thouch the ground,
and soon dry away!