This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme Well squeeze moist eyes; uplift soft sighs
This time I might discover life
Repeats no points for bitter pride
To not break down—my goal it seems This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme
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*The above photograph courtesy of UK photographer Fee Easton. Fee was interviewed on One Shoot Sunday.