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Jul 10
when you get creamated and the smoke begins to rise
its your soul departing heading for the skies
to heaven up above so very far away
to it resting  place from now on it will stay

no more pain to suffer from now on only peace
troubles and the turmoil now at  last will cease
in heaven up above with a life thats free
your final resting place for eternity
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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