Death
Death
is a dark, black storm that most fear
coming to take all that we have
but, tragedy is an illusion
why cry, when we can smile about it
there is nothing to fear, it's natural
all tales that begin will eventually end
even if they last 100 years
stand up, embrace it
and live with all you got
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