The Cycle (Kit)

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When you lose the ability to stand
And need a helping hand
Remember who's there for you

All dreams buried deep
Not a single person does not weep
Death will ever so slowly creep

People who have lost hope
Eventually they learn to cope
Around graves they mope
Coming soon a bright new day looms
Everyday a new light blooms

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