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The places where we die

Some deny them, some prepare But we all know we’re Going there To the places where we die. They might as well be in the stars Mine on Venus, yours on Mars Because we only know we’re Going there Not the when and not the where Only that, Waiting there Are the places where we die. SW, 2019

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