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I find no comfort in the tears, Nor the lasting words of sentiment, But the funeral precession marches on And my soul wrenched from its place.
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Muerte -passage two-
I find no comfort in the tears, Nor the lasting words of sentiment, But the funeral precession marches on And my soul wrenched from its place.
jesse-ramon-claudio
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
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