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i heard a voice calling to me , it makes me strong , and it inpowers me, it opens the doors to a brand new life , worry and struggle i gave on that life, down the road its comming short and inbetween , wishing i do all i can before my time is through , i see a future not far away , showing me only the right way , making my dreams come true , its a right of passage and it wont be long for in this day ill know another song , it will be sweet , and one i ve wanted to hear , and no more hideing and no more fear , the voice is near its saying your good your ok , just look through to light , and far in the sky , try to accept that we are here to all die , we are born to live and then go , find peace above , my time is near . i must go .
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