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death


  

A beautiful girl of twenty in age

 A serial killer locked up in a cage

A ninety year old, about to die

 A sweet little baby, who does squeal and cry,

 

No matter who you are, or where or when

Death creeps up on us all

Without an exception

 

As much as you try to fight it and cry

Death will come after you

When it’s your time to die

 

so always be ready,

and never be afraid

because everyone must have

a final day
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