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On the day I go in A band of dancers, around A drum of wine for guest I have lived and caroused life, will be said The journey to the great beyond begins, With the loss of air No tears, No dark linen A debt to pay is death At the end, we credit our Father
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
On My Sunset
On the day I go in A band of dancers, around A drum of wine for guest I have lived and caroused life, will be said The journey to the great beyond begins, With the loss of air No tears, No dark linen A debt to pay is death At the end, we credit our Father
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
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