Things are left behind,
in this life.
Relationships and friends
and many other things are left behind,
in this life.
It is beautiful as a swan,
and as ugly as it can.
Many people are departed here,
And the pain you have to bear.
It's a crime rife,
to live a human life.
But you one and all
Will end with a heart fall.
You are entering a better thing yet,
It's death.
It's death.
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