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| The End The end's existed since the beginning. Ever since you were born, The end was in your eyes. It his itself when you were weren't anything. And showed itself when you were something. Like a war hero in battle, risking his life, Or a hero riskining all. The end's never fair. It's taken away withoutt a stare, But the end beagn way too soon. For many in the world. People stand to say, At the loved one's burial, "the end came much too soon." -Molly- |