Life comes, life goes be ten, be hundred maybe you go on that last trip when turning six hours my nephew did nothing safe, nothing known that's life for you The Reaper toys with your bones throws them up, throws them down makes a flute, plays for your earless skull oh, such vibrant tunes you can't hear never mind, shrug them off sooner or later the tunes will play you turning your memories into your own song ALL rights reserved © EC
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