It arrives to end your pain,
It takes your sorrow away,
You've been waiting around all day,
That someone wash all the rain.
Death is an old friend of yours.
It only wants you to be happy,
It doesn't want you to be sappy,
Death is an old friend of yours.
Don't push it away.
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ŞiirThere's a scar on my head...It's the smile on my face Couverture @Emmojoy (qui écrit super bien)
