They say dying is an art
And if this is the way
The world ends
It took nothing more
Than a short course
A certificate in sacrifice
A diploma in death rattles
Grand old Death
Cloaked in stars and night
Grants a grand old death
The Earth whimpers
But doesn't fight
Rejoice to the end times!
Death's dominion is no more
And the poets in the next place
They weep there in the after-place
They become infinite
Yes, dying is an art
One that takes a lifetime
To learn at all
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