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This is the End That is what we are told This is the End How will it be spent This is the End Is there anything to mend This is the End I guess there will be no-one to offend This is the End We'll die honest without pretend This is the End No more prospects, nothing to trancend This is the End Why try to extend This is the End I will enjoy it to all extent with no regret So this is the End farewell my friend
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Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
This Is The End
This is the End That is what we are told This is the End How will it be spent This is the End Is there anything to mend This is the End I guess there will be no-one to offend This is the End We'll die honest without pretend This is the End No more prospects, nothing to trancend This is the End Why try to extend This is the End I will enjoy it to all extent with no regret So this is the End farewell my friend
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waitherero
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
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