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- when all your doors
- are burnt & dry
- sickle sings upon your eye
- & hangman's shadow whispers
- on the wind
- death will come
- & rest her head
- upon your chest
- & you'll be bled
- of all the sorrows
- you have ever known
- life is not
- for you or me
- for they've not seen
- what we have seen
- & yet somehow
- we all end up the same
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