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As I hear the sound of my own cannon fire-
I fall
All to be seen is the round morning sun coming up
Then suddenly,
Like a flicker of a lamp light
Its gone.
All old memories becoming dry as a bone,
Fell the burning dampness leaving.
No longer will the choir in my soul sing along then,
I'm gone

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