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| May death be swift when it is due, Without a trial to suffer through. When it is time to leave this plane And higher realms of peace attain It's best to take the offered hand That guides us to the promised land. We never know when death will call And make us leave this earthly ball. So let us fill each day with good And do the things we really should Before this day is fully past. It may turn out to be our last. | ||
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