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Of Birth For Passing

To escape

With the rays of the sun

And the mist of cold

Climb into one

Last view

Of a garden

Dressed winter's cleanest

White

Would it ring true

Here, at the last mile to walk

Would it ring true

Here, at the breaker of the new

Would it ring true

Here, between birth and passing

That this breath

- Like a sparrow -

Was meant to flee

The grasp of winter's cold

Life would barter loss

For a new flickering of hope

And quarrels for calm peace

All Dressed winter's cleanest

White

Would it ring true

Here, at the last mile to walk

Would it ring true

Here, at the breaker of the new

Would it ring true

Here, between birth and passing

That all this breath like a sparrow

Was meant to flee into

A trade of birth for passing

Without a shadow of doubt

All words were heard

And nothing was in vain

In this trade of Birth for passing

And the garden whispered freedom

Said "You are free now, fly."