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Bring me no flowers,

Shed me no tears.

Remember only thy place,

Think not of malice, nor years.

For time remembers not my face.

For the dragons of night steal

my soul.

 And sweet

  Silence too has lost its place,

As their haughty laughter takes control.

For the gods that rule have cast their lots

to make of me a fool.

 They cast dissension upon my name.

For it is all part of some insipid game.

I knew this once, yet I know it no more

For destiny prevails in this unseen war.

Bring me no flowers,

For they bloom no more.

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 J. Allen Wilson © 2003