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Death
The day of death when nothing seems clear, how can you look past it.
Through tall of your fears, when you lay there so helpless and afraid.
The day of the death when you have taken your last breath
Through tall of your fears, when you lay there so helpless and afraid.
The day of the death when you have taken your last breath
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