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You're Next
Eight or nine
ever eager to learn
nervously waiting
to bat out my turn
Small for my age
and incredibly shy
last but one
in the playground line
Gazing up
into clear blue sky
in precisely that moment
the truth arrived
Earth can be hell
and heaven's a lie
nothing's forever
and everyone dies
God wasn't there
so I wanted to cry
No-one could tell me
the where or the why
And then
they were calling my name
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