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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