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Who cares if the sun will Rise again Night has its charm It hides Covers Soothes Fear not Lady Death's slender hand Upon yours I've been unalive before Do not worry; There's Nothing There But Her
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Afterlife
Who cares if the sun will Rise again Night has its charm It hides Covers Soothes Fear not Lady Death's slender hand Upon yours I've been unalive before Do not worry; There's Nothing There But Her
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
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