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As I Lay Dyeing
As I lay dyeing in the street,
in the cold,
in the dirt and mud,
Will they stop or walk over me,
As I lay hear dyeing they just mock and criticize me,
Y wont some one help me,
help me up,
brush me off,
tell me its' going to be all right.
I try to cry out but I cant my throat is slit by there words
Blood is everywhere but and still they don’t stop,
My body is getting cold now and my sole is weak,
As I lay here dyeing I say one last prayer and then i am gone.