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IN THE END

The death will come, And she will have your eyes. Please be strong, And dont think you are wise When you will stand in front of it, You wont be prepared to confront with So,dont worry, If it is scary Make up a story About your life,Flory. And you will see that you have lived, All your life being captive You will regret and you will want to change, But everything appears to be strange Even if you try, You dont understand why. Your life was so short and you havent got time To be aware of your rime. In the end you will discover, That you were undercover In a world without a scope, Happiness was your hope.

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