Death was a gift to the living
And life was a gift for the dead,
I’ll find my love when beginning
By no longer being bereft.
I am grateful for you always,
No matter where we are,
I’ll find you in that crowded square
Where everyone wears a mask.
Death was a gift to the living
And life was a gift for the dead,
I’ll find my love when beginning
By no longer being bereft.
I am grateful for you always,
No matter where we are,
I’ll find you in that crowded square
Where everyone wears a mask.
Beautiful. Reminds me of “From dust you are, to dust you will return.” Meant as a curse, but understood by most as a blessing.
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Thank you! ☺️
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