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I say to the lead
Why did you let yourself
Be cast into a bullet?
Have you forgotten the alchemists?
Have you given up hope
In turning into gold?

Nobody answers.
Lead.  Bullet.  With names
Such as these
The sleep is deep and long.


Submitted by Adam Stokke

Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2026 12:12 AM | Viewed: 8454 times

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