In gossamer gowns
We see straight away
Where death doth stalk
At close of the day
We see but a bit
In moments unkempt
And know hell has
For us much contempt
With morning shines forth
Brightness renewed
And speaks here not
Of demons subdued
With gossamer gowns
We speak but not in voice
Of our lives lived
That mirror your choice
Though heaven shines bright
It will not partake
Of lives below
That it they forsake
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