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Silver slides against soft;
Pull the silver away.
Watch the liquid running down;
Pool inside the hay.
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See the writhing form
Twist and pull this way.
Now watch as the movement slows.
And now here him say,
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"Oh , my love, oh, my dear,
"Now together we'll be this day."
Silver coated in life, now drawn
So rest in peace they may.
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But peace comes not to one
Who has, themselves, to pay
For crime commit against their one;
They wait for Judgement Day.
Based on a piece of art:
By Amaryllis Graybill
Medium:Pencil Drawing
