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The things I mostly bothered about Death, worry. those that shout Death is always crawling about a relative, a friend, someone with clout Worry about the weather, children the things we doubt And we hear the voices that often shout the screaming, the yelling the complaints of a spouse But the thing i worry most about is the thing I can do nothing about

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