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We all fade eventually,

Into the darkness of night.

Don't worry,

You won't be given a fright.

It will be warm,

It will slide over you, slowly.

Then you'll have the lost ones,

You won't be lonely.

But you'll have to wait,

You time hasn't come.

Don't try to leave early,

Or the damage will be done.

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