People dying
All the time
Relatives crying
No disguise
Death is awful
Death is tears
So regretful
All in fears
Faces down
Doing calls
For the service
There's no pause
Seventh floor
It's where I am
Death has here
It's own glam
Tears indeed
Do beautify
Death has catched
Another fly
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