The pulse is gone,
The pulse is gone, a silent drum, The blood within is cold as glass, To watch the centuries succumb, And see the fleeting mortals pass.
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The pulse is gone, a silent drum, The blood within is cold as glass, To watch the centuries succumb, And see the fleeting mortals pass.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets