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The Last Night

Night of death,
Soul so sweet,
Man of evil unable to move his own two feet,
Child not of blood scared at fast coming night,
For dark metal carriage fast as flight.
So child sits back as the world sounds so loud,
Carriage ruined a sad metallic mound.
And only true memory a cross in earth,
Soon sweet soul shall come in rebirth.



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