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La muerte

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One day la muerte came to my house
I sqeauled and shrieked and hid like a mouse
I begged for her to go away
to spare my life escape this fate
She laughed at me and came my way
So I closed my eyes and thought of happier days
But to bad for her because she didnt know
That my door was locked, so she had to go.





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