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The End Is Near


I walked down the isle

Screaming people all around

Blues caps and matchings gowns

From a child I crawled, not a care in the world

Now I walk caring responsibility on my back

From simple times to harder times

From finger painting to complicated math equations

The door is closing opening another

The year over

The end is near 

I never knew this time would come when I would have to make my own path

The end is near

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