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When the end is near, don't be afraid for, little ones, I await. In your last dying breath, take my hand. We are off to never never land.
When the end is near, I await you. I am the night, the darkness, the shadows that surround your body. You are dead. I am inside your soul.
When the end is near, your body dies. Though you rest now in slumber, eternally you walk hand in hand with Reaper to never never land. |
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