Hassle
When a person was dying.
Is it painful, he was crying?
Calling his relatives one-by-one,
Clearing his name, he was trying.
He was nervous and puzzle,
Trying to rime a life guzzle,
Pain, dreams and happiness,
He was taking why hassle.
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