The body will go to dust
The soul will fly away
Your days are numbered here
Inside the grave alone you will lay
The world will forget you
Your wealth will go to others
You will rot inside the dark cell
You will stink and no one will bother
You have time now
Don't act like a naive
Share wealth with the hungry
And get love sleeping in your grave
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