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OBLIVION SCENT
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Earth preserves the smell of
the dead,
Even if the body is lost
It's smell...
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Earth preserves the smell of
the dead,
Even if the body is lost
It's smell...
