Photo by David Aguilar on Unsplash This world is like a roadside inn and we're the guests inside And death is a black camel that kneels down so we can ride And when the dying's finally done and the suffering subsides All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind On nights that won't happen Time we won't spend Time we won't spend With each other again Nights that won't happen Never reaching the end Nights that won't happen We can't even begin We can't even begin Purple Mountains (from the song Nights That Won't Happen )
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