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Kronborg
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Posted: 01 February 2006 Word Count: 44 Summary: A poem about a man's final hour |
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My world enchained in tears dies,
Angels pray again,
Demons wait beneath the skies
To take at last their gain.
The blood is cold and running slow,
A shadow tall I see-
Sorrow comes to take my soul
And now, and now I'm free!
Angels pray again,
Demons wait beneath the skies
To take at last their gain.
The blood is cold and running slow,
A shadow tall I see-
Sorrow comes to take my soul
And now, and now I'm free!
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