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Apr 2017
Please, stop your crying
and let me tell you
that the end is near

Don't believe the truth
over the lies, cause you
will lose all of the fear

Roads to escape are closed
bridges are pulled up
I guess they all are wrong

My ink is running out
paper is getting to an end
It's time to finish our song.
Dereaux
Written by
Dereaux  M/Here
(M/Here)   
195
     --- and Weeping willow
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