No more will you hear my voice. No more to see my face. Left without choice. Taken out of place. All in time to be done, finished, at an end. With these words to depart. Upon my soul to send. Yet within my heart, What words do parade. Yet with each to die, soon to be. Foundation laid. This once said, The end. Finished, dead. Once again No More.
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