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Walking past a stoneless grave,
Wondering how his life he gave
Looking down at the lack of stone,
Curious as to if he was even known
For we all go through life the same,
We all live and breathe and have a name
But what happens to us when we die,
Is only known to those that can fly
Saddened now his time has past,
Wondering did he wear a mask
For how can he die if he didn't live,
A marking stone, is that too much to give?
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