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May 2020
Oh choir sing high
so all won't hear this dead man cry
  
Oh tears for me
won't wash me clean or set me free
  
Oh bed of death
no time to pray before last breath
  
Oh grave I pray
God take my soul my bones here stay
  
Oh pray you should
before you hear dirt on wood
Written by
James Study
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