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WHEN I WILL DIE
When I will die and live no more
My eyes will dim in dreary shade
And my blood will freeze within
Shrinking skin, flesh, dry bones.
My kin, my friends will shed tears.
Few drops of that salty, salty water
Will flood my desert-like dry face.
Still I will not respond, I cannot.
My corpse will lie deep, deep down
In windowless muddy, muddy room.
They will eat me up slowly, slowly.
Still I will not respond, I cannot.
When I will die and live no more
My heart will feel no, no longer.
Then I will go, know, understand
That Living is as hard as Dying.
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