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Wait for Death

When it all comes down to it, the
days the passing goes real quick.
The moments fast - the hours slow
Weeks string together'n before it we know
A month or so has flown away
a year or two has passed us by
Gone afar, it won't return
the present our only time--remain.
Yet every instant steals it away
n'every minute comes to its end
Lead us forever, to depths of death
Treading along with all things Gone.





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