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Too bad I have cancer
When death becomes friendly,
eager to take me there,
vows and promises were made,
to wait for you at the pearly gate.
for death is nothing but a tool,
of our love to make it stronger,
of our memories to make it bold,
giving us something to ponder,
and cherish when we grow old.
eager to take me there,
vows and promises were made,
to wait for you at the pearly gate.
for death is nothing but a tool,
of our love to make it stronger,
of our memories to make it bold,
giving us something to ponder,
and cherish when we grow old.
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