.[To Cornell Woolrich and Mike Nevins]
Real lives fade, but dreams flare on
Approaching the edge, thoughts sore high
One thing is certain
That is your life must end
Withering to ashes
You'll meet oblivion
Awaiting the scythe to steal each moment from your lu.
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