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death, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, grim reaper, melody, music, Night Owl Poetry, One Last Song, piano, poems, poetry
One last song, I begged of him
As he looked upon me, face so grim
The time has come, I can no longer play
Blackened notes, on sheets of gray
The lines now blurred upon the page
I take my leave of this earthly stage
Though my hands shall leave these ivory keys
My melody continues, in sweet rhapsody
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