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Death Has Come And Gone.

Flowers on a grave.
Fake and real.
This death was no fake it was all but real.
The ground above people sit and cry.
The ground below where my body lays.
I see you cry I dont want you to.
I'm happy I'm free.

As tears stream from your soul.
Please remember I planned it this way.

I did the deeds of my own death.
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