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as i lie here and wait for the icy embrace of death to take me . i can hear a serephin song that calls to me like the siren songs from the days of old. beckoning me to my eternal rest . my soul feels like a caged bird with broken wings that has been set free , and has felt the wind in my wings for the first time . now i can soar across the skies once more .
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