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Nov 2010
On deaths-bed, everybody prays

They have so much to plead, there’s so much to say

Reconcile all those past griefs

Because your time is diminishing, it’s becoming brief.

But with death comes birth

A beautiful baby shall emerge

It’s innocence will put great hope in our hearts

And with that a brand new start.
Written by
Dale Williams
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