Some day's I would like not worry,
how our life's will end,
walking, crying, sometimes,
just sighing,
then we fall into that hole,
six feet down,
time to make thought's plans,
wish we were just singing,
tears hurt, lies cut, time to let go,
life ends and starts again,
always in my dreams.
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