Falling Asleep

When I fall asleep, when I sweetly die

A stack of sweet dreams will remain by and by

A bundle of feelings, like once on high

I’ll close my eyelids, calm and still

My body will wither, dust from the hill

Like a moth, that crumbled on the windowsill

Its wings turning to powder, black and still

I’ll be blackened dust after a life once so grand

Wrapped in white linen, like grains in the sand

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