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He lives a complicated life

Drowned with cloudy days

So milky white turns his blue skies

That any tarnishing

Makes everything

Into gloomy grays

And the proud ensemble

Of their trumpet, roars

Like a continuous rolling thunder

Daunting the silence of the night away

He dies a peaceful death

Illumined by the madness within

He finds rest during moments of silence

When only he can see

His own dreams

Where only he can capture

His own fantasies

And no one else

Could even come close

To his own truth, of life

The beautiful life that only death could afford him

He shall be born again

A new day shall see his face

Whence the skies sparkle just as blue

As his sapphire eyes

And his heart can be free

To burn like the mystic sun

And his soul can be free

To roam like the endless sea

And his life can be free

To live in an existence more lively than death

More full than life itself, shall he be