Then they ll return
Preventing you from taking your turn
That inhuman invention called life span
Making you worried of what they call God's plan
It stopped to concern me when I stopped to discern it
The rains will soon stop when I cringe at the feelings
To the silence, a pin drop, I ll fling all my shillings
Oh my oh my oh, don't stop my death. Don't make it fret!
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