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It all begins with a close of the eyes or maybe sometimes not all eyes are closed
Then an unconscious state where the mind goes where I know not
A once warm body then becomes a cold thing
Formed from dust and to dust he returns
Knowing not what goes on around him
He lies breathless and soulless
Born naked, in nakedness he would leave
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A scare for all men
A bringer of tears
No one wants to die
The truth is we don't all get what we want
When death comes to one of us, it comes to all of us
Because sooner or later thats where we all end.
