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The fires of the sun will die,
draining heaven's light.
Stars will stretch across the sky,
in cold eternal night.

When ash is all that's left of man,
and the world is stripped of life,
If time lays waste to all our plans-

You'll always be my wife

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James- I am going to find the person who gave this an 8 and beat them up. Its a ten to me, i love it. -shannon
The end brings me back down to earth, James, a lovely poem. Sincerely Ernestine Northover