from those around.... ihear aCry.... a mouthful sob.... a hopeless sigh.... I hear their footsteps leaving slow, And then i know my soul must FLY A chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe, And then ,last breath escapes my lips,it's time to leave. And i must Go! So,it is true (But it's too late) They said:each soul has its given date when it must leave it's body's core, and meet with it's eternal fate. Oh mark the words that i do say. Who knows? tomorrow could be your day.
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