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     Do Even Angels Weep
        [by Dr.Who3]

Now the silver cord is stretched
and the air is getting thin.

The coals are glowing dimly now
but  fire burns within.

Tho every passing moment 
brings me closer to the past
even embers hiss and pop
when they are quenched at last.

And so I have to wonder
when at last that light doth sleep
way up in the heavens . . . . 
do even angels weep?