Daniel Jacob White Poems

Oh, Death How sweet it is to be loved by you
Take my breath and make me new
How good feels your loving caress
now your here I may take my rest
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It comes, it goes, it hits home
in our thoughts, our minds, our dome

In the rich, in the poor, in our air
there is optimisim to the point of dispair
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Darkness falls considering my demise
tricky, crafty, and often wise
to this I am the prize
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Mine eyes gaze upon the heavens bright,
Though it seems as grave as night.
\I felt the warmth of the sun,
still it slips away as a rushing flood.
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I am the worlds greatest
to this there is no contest
in my room or on stage
lyrics like a animal uncaged
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