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Love the living
One day, all these walls will talk.
When I've gone, they'll say I did well.
The evil they think I am, death shall take with me.
They'll shed tears and pray for my soul.
Yet death will still wonder why it takes one to die for unseen and unsaid good to dwell.
When I've gone, they'll say I did well.
The evil they think I am, death shall take with me.
They'll shed tears and pray for my soul.
Yet death will still wonder why it takes one to die for unseen and unsaid good to dwell.
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