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| On this night,
My final breath Is drawn. On this night, Body and soul Shall be torn. On this night, My death Is born. On this night, Friends and family Shall mourn. If I am right I shall be free, If I am right I shall see That this night is not the end But just another beginning, But all of this shall depend On if this night Is a friend. RavenLife |
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