Life is interesting, isn't it?
You never know what will happen.
But you can't change it. What will happen will happen.
I never thought he would die, but I did expect a war.
I should have expected it, really.
People lose people in war all the time.
I couldn't think it wouldn't happen to me.
But I did.
I thought he would be exceptional.
I thought I would be exceptional.
But I could die anywhere, anytime.
In war, in sickness, in simply wearing out.
On the battlefield, on my deathbed, just collapsing on the ground.
Just because I'm alive now doesn't mean I'll live forever.
Everyone will die, including me and him.
Everyone will die, even my best friend.
My family, my bullies, people I don't know.
He's dead, he's dead,
A friend and an enemy.
He's dead, he's dead,
Two founders on different sides.
People are dead, people will die,
This is just the truth.
People are dead, people will die,
Although it makes me blue.
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