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Short Life Lived
The clock struck noon
On a September day
The light shone through the gloom
The clock struck noon
A figure approached, I wonder whom?
His whole world turned gray
The clock struck noon
On a September day.
On a September day
The light shone through the gloom
The clock struck noon
A figure approached, I wonder whom?
His whole world turned gray
The clock struck noon
On a September day.
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