time has been on my mind
and so has breath and death
yeah how much do i have left?
because i can't just sit on the shelf
yeah i meant to lit like a candle
or use like a handle
on a cup
yeah pick up
and drink
what i think about
and then spit it out
on the world
like a fountain
on a mountain
top
yeah a beautiful drop
rain
on
a person pain
can be so divine
like sunshine
on a once cloudy day
yeah this is how i feel about passing away
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