You Owe Me, Now You Died
I see your casket.
Going down in the soil.
My tears start to drop.
Seeing that I see you,
In the casket going down with my money.
You went where I don't know.
What can I say to you.
Why should I say rest in peace.
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Why don't you pay me, Before you died.
This tears isn't for you,
Because of you died.
Is for this casket,
Which is full of my money. .
?? ?? ooh becouse of. ...
Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai.
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