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Anesthesia
Had he known, had anyone ever told him, That things would be so pleasant — As easy as inhaling a sweet anesthesia — Compared with hiding from the unknown, Cowering in a chronic state of anxiety, Terrified of seeing his genealogy end with him, He'd have surrendered long ago.
Had he known, had anyone ever told him, How soothing that breeze would be, Flowing, like a stream, through sleep's dream forest, Whose trees hid him, in their shadows... Had any of his family told him That going would be so painless, peaceful, easy, He'd have surrendered in the beginning.
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