quit talking
about death
quit burying him
with your words
quit planning
the demise
quite surmising
the amount
of the gains you think
will set you free
didn't you say
you were almost there
the point where money
was meaningless
quit counting on
your fingers
and start counting on
your heart breaking
when it finally comes
to pass
you'll see black sooner
than when the dirt turns
to flower
no more counting the hours
until mansions come to view
(true)
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