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To dust we turn
when it's our time,
to enter through
death's morbid door.
The love of life,
our ancestral crime,
for which we'll ne'er
be forgiven
To dust we turn
when it's our time,
to enter through
death's morbid door.
The love of life,
our ancestral crime,
for which we'll ne'er
be forgiven
