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Death is waiting at my door, To take me by the hand, To lead me through the darkness, To take away my fear. He will take me home again Where darkness is my friend. Return me to where I was Before this all began.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
The Unknown Rest
Death is waiting at my door, To take me by the hand, To lead me through the darkness, To take away my fear. He will take me home again Where darkness is my friend. Return me to where I was Before this all began.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
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