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Death


It is a table where you lose your money The time where your tongue is as swèet as honey The time when you happily meet your enemy With eyes full of tears , you tell to everybody please forgive me The soul will flutter, people will cry Your turn will also come dont be shy The white cloth will be wrapped around your body Give cleaness to your life like that, oh everybody
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Surayyasadiq
We should remember the time of death

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