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My shadow still lingers closely, Though only from behind. There's no more leading shadow, All that's left, is die... As I lead our way through, the turbulent times ahead; My shadow hides behind me, until It knows that I am Dead... As I look upon these stones, scattered across this land, Most of which I knew and even held their hand.. Without the sight to see, deep within each tomb, I know now that what's left, is just coffins full of bones... One potato, two potato, three potato four; I'm almost prepared, to walk through that final door... Five potato. six potato, seven potato No more...

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