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death fills the air,
blocking my sun from view,
i feel him sucking the life from me,
i grow weaker everyday,
soon i won't be here,
is there no way to save me?
blocking my sun from view,
i feel him sucking the life from me,
i grow weaker everyday,
soon i won't be here,
is there no way to save me?
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