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May 2016
One day I visited the graveyard
My face all covered by a hood
Looking at all the stones so hard
On all of them, my name it stood

They all standing in a long, long line
One stone for every time I'd lied
Lied about being all great and fine
One stone for every time I'd died

If I'd only been true to myself
It's too late, I can't be mended
I wouldn't put me on the shelf
I guess now my life has ended
Written by
Marte Lindholm  Fredrikstad, Norway
(Fredrikstad, Norway)   
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