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It's a dead-end street, Time isn't on your side. Dance to your own beat, And enjoy the ride. The light eventually will fade, Morning will turn to night. Your end plans are made, All suffer the inevitable plight. Fear not, my little lamb, Face your demise. Don't give a **** We all hear your cries.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Death Dance
It's a dead-end street, Time isn't on your side. Dance to your own beat, And enjoy the ride. The light eventually will fade, Morning will turn to night. Your end plans are made, All suffer the inevitable plight. Fear not, my little lamb, Face your demise. Don't give a **** We all hear your cries.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
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