O spare me immortal time
There is no righteousness in death
Intrigue the words I pour
By this humble man's request
To all who cross my path
In all the thoughts I verse
O spare me immortal time
Do quench my deepened thirst
In all the thoughts I verse
O spare me immortal time
Do quench my deepened thirst
I've learned to paint this life
Across every given day
Where you had thought to forth
To me a blessing's grace
Across every given day
Where you had thought to forth
To me a blessing's grace
I am thankful for my gift
But please when I do go
O spare me immortal time
Come veil my poet soul
But please when I do go
O spare me immortal time
Come veil my poet soul
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