Re: The Last Person-Part Two
However, when you tripped over the supply box on the floor, the thread flew out of your hands, through the open doorway, and right into my hands.
I didn't ask any questions, didn't stick around to answer any, and made haste down the passageway.
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Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
The night is falling
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore .
Children are a message that we send
to a time that we will never see.
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