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Buy me a casket and bury me six-feet deep Parade the white flowers and the candle sticks Tell Mama and Papa do not cry I will **** Myself and be Alive. Shove the earth and push me In Along with my old coat and sufferings That’s where I belong and so are you Now take this Knife and follow me The Ghost of me will be with you For this Body shall live and fly with the Moon Talk to the stars and sleep in the clouds Sing with the angels with their harps and lyres
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
The Old-Self
Buy me a casket and bury me six-feet deep Parade the white flowers and the candle sticks Tell Mama and Papa do not cry I will **** Myself and be Alive. Shove the earth and push me In Along with my old coat and sufferings That’s where I belong and so are you Now take this Knife and follow me The Ghost of me will be with you For this Body shall live and fly with the Moon Talk to the stars and sleep in the clouds Sing with the angels with their harps and lyres
“Die before you die, there is no chance after.” C.S Lewis
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
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