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4d
There is no tomorrow

The present holds you closely

and with all your sorrow

it stands near to you mostly

avoidance, a parasite

and you are the host

you rely on the morning star

to gift you a bolt

when will we die?

we don't know

we rely on what's comfortable

days going by

one by one

sooner or later

death will come
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