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Who Am I?

Death shall always approach.
Not without pity.
Only with compassion.

Those with fear, shall quiver.
Not so much with fear,
But fear of not being known.

It is only when you think "I am lost"
What it is in reality,
has all been lost.

Not knowing that,
only confirms it.

-© Copyright Wayne Scott of Swan Lake First Nation Reserve of Manitoba Canada

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