Anyone who dies

Anyone who dies
without knowing love is a fool
Anyone who dies
with love in their heart is
a different kind of fool

We all die alone
We all die together
a little piece at a time
and leave a big mess behind

When we are asleep
we get a sneak peek
at how things work
on the other side of the mirror


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