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The cold nighttime past approaching
My thoughts yearn The year just turned (unsettled)
Still
Still more nighttime approaching
The valley sinks the river moans the mountains disappear

Where many souls still stir
Death visits slowly slow to inter
As it approaches the earth interferes pulls death down

The river moans carries death away

Death is visiting my street

Unfortunately it was very true that on my street in Maysville, Georgia in the space of about a year a great many people of all ages passed away. It started at the far end of the road and was coming my way. I went out one night and looked up the street....It was as if I could hear him coming, talking to himself....death..death..death.