John Ritter
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Tis the wink of an eye
Tis the drought of a breath
From the blossoms of health
To the pales of death
From the guilded sea
to the burrow in the shroud
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Tis the drought of a breath
From the blossoms of health
To the pales of death
From the guilded sea
to the burrow in the shroud
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?