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I Wish To Hold On,
But The Rod Of Life
Slips Through
My Small Cold Hands.
Soon You Could Hear
The Bluebirds
Sing A
Melancholy Straight.
I'm So Lost ,
I'm Too
Far Gone.
Don't Try To Save Me
You'll Kill Yourself
In The Process
And
I Don't Want To Die
With
The Death Of
Another
On My Hands.
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