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Dying
The warmth on my lips gone,
the sirens singing like a song.
This is not the way I wanted to die,
all my life I accomplished nothing for I was too shy.
So many things left undone,
never even having a son.
So Death take me but hear this,
my name will live on when I'm in the abyss.
the sirens singing like a song.
This is not the way I wanted to die,
all my life I accomplished nothing for I was too shy.
So many things left undone,
never even having a son.
So Death take me but hear this,
my name will live on when I'm in the abyss.