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Death Taketh
Things will never be the same
I cry knowing that you are dying
But in my arms is where you are lying
Your wish shall be granted in your fame
Your lips as soft as a velvet mist
Your name is the most loved on my list
But I promise that I shall grant you one last kiss
I know that I will miss
The softness of your voice whispering in my ear
You know that I love you
