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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.


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