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As I lay here on my death bed, A million things run through my head. In my eyes I see all my dreams, Blown away by death's cold breeze. My time alive was sure a blast, And I understand my time has passed. I drift away into an eternal slumber, As death's wings take me under.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
Death
As I lay here on my death bed, A million things run through my head. In my eyes I see all my dreams, Blown away by death's cold breeze. My time alive was sure a blast, And I understand my time has passed. I drift away into an eternal slumber, As death's wings take me under.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
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