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A bleak fog that is death Our body's slowly aging Getting older wishing Wishing to be young and free again Burning with passion And yearning with fate. The fog creeps closer We grow older and search Search for the well They call the fountain of youth We stumble we fall Death shall have us all We hear his whispers We here his songs Luring us closer trying to beat dawn Dawn comes and deaths fog disperses to come again at twilight One more night and death will be upon us to never be young to burn with passion or yearn with fate We are beyond death and beyond youth One more time we say good buy as twilight comes and death has won.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
The death upon us.
A bleak fog that is death Our body's slowly aging Getting older wishing Wishing to be young and free again Burning with passion And yearning with fate. The fog creeps closer We grow older and search Search for the well They call the fountain of youth We stumble we fall Death shall have us all We hear his whispers We here his songs Luring us closer trying to beat dawn Dawn comes and deaths fog disperses to come again at twilight One more night and death will be upon us to never be young to burn with passion or yearn with fate We are beyond death and beyond youth One more time we say good buy as twilight comes and death has won.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
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