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Dying
Dying in your arms… I’m dying now If my death at least comes I won’t see the last snow. I’m dying And my worn soul Is crying Because of your call. Just the light In this hole.. I’m leaving tonight ’Cause it’s my dole. I see you got married in spite of this bow. I watch your move… But it’s over now - Just the rain is rattling on the roof… Dying