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Almost Dead
it was that day in the summertime,
I brought him my best,
i remember his face,
an that i laid him to rest,
a teardrop of rejoice,
She hollar his name,
there were cries that reign within me,
an secrecy of fame,
,
an all though in my lifetime,
I remember this shame,
his faceless, battered body,
his broken spiritless frame,
for when the door opens,
oh may i come in,
I know you have spoken,
of this unearthly sin,
for the tribulatiuons that follow,
by the hand you laid he,
through the eyes of my keeper is the pain i must see.
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