Second Thoughts

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Expired batteries can't work a machine
Expired souls can't be so keen
Hold a candle to fight darkness
Eventually candle fades
And stand armless
What's your aim or capable
At the end we all sit on the round table
Where  no money
No relationships stable
What's left ? your good deeds
That will be your label
Black sight wraps the world
Body is cold
Turning mold
So before going down
With heavy load
That you can't hold
Make things right
Fear death  
Don't be so bold

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