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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
This is piece of a longer poem I wrote awhile ago. I thought about it and realized that this part is very nice in reference to Wash and the whole post-BDM situation. I did change one or two words to make it fit sci/fi better...
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What can one say
When death
Holds his head above the clouds?
What can one think
When he lurks openly
In every port?
What can one do
With the life each is given
When all is hopeless
In the end?
The sun no longer bright
The stars dull
The air putrefied
Alas that life is swiftly gone
And beauty never stays
Only the hope remains
The staying truth
All begins, all ends
But the end is good
And the after, better
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