Kick the Calendar
Take a ride to the other World
To stretch the Leathers
To leave your Feathers
A lady with a scythe has Visited
Leave the World
To listen to the crickets Sing
To have a garden Growing
Finish one's Day
Lower the curtain of Life
To be three meters Under
To take a Blunder
Candle gets Extinguished
Say goodbye to one's Life
To kick empty Space
To accept the Emprace
of Death
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
Kick the Calendar
Take a ride to the other World
To stretch the Leathers
To leave your Feathers
A lady with a scythe has Visited
Leave the World
To listen to the crickets Sing
To have a garden Growing
Finish one's Day
Lower the curtain of Life
To be three meters Under
To take a Blunder
Candle gets Extinguished
Say goodbye to one's Life
To kick empty Space
To accept the Emprace
of Death
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