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Jun 2012
This is my final testament
All my possessions are yours
You have put a change in me
I left this beautiful gift in her name
So god bless you all
For the song you sang us
I'd give my last breath to you
If I could only find you
Lay still and this will cover your eyes
With a beautiful scene wrapped over your head
Bring this back and you will forever be in
With the saints and sinners
A word floats softly through the wind
The word that could save this world
Let it be and she will be
With you until the end
Wait until I'm gone to read this
It might **** me soon
So you may be in luck
Let the word fill your ears and eyes
And let it free your mind
The word that equals freedom
Death.
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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