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Salaam my friend, and hear my soft song, calling the tired and lulling the strong. Lullabies fit from peasant to crown, heard even by beasts and plants in the ground. I rob cuts of their sting, soothe cares the world bring treat every hurt and bruise, yet am a panacea few would choose. Now scissors cut a thread in two making way for youth anew. A finger's touch, the world withdrew, a gentle dance, just me and you. |
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can be gentle, like falling asleep comes to all life, weak and strong... rich and poor... plant and animal ends any pain, disease, or injury will to live makes this the last resort Greeks depicted with the fate Atropos needed to make room for new life the "touch of death" |
