Dues We Pay To Live
We shall pay rent
For this time, we
Spend on earth
Death is priceless, but
Bills are paid
The cold morning
Hands of death,
Receive your dues
When death
Offers you
This vacant room,
Death is the
Dues, we shall
Pay to live
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