Death, by Sam Subscribe to rss feed for Sam 

The world keeps revolving,
Day after day,
And though I keep on going,
You simply run away.

It's inevitable,
It's coming...

It's death.
Posted: 2007-05-09 23:06:39 UTC
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2007-05-23 17:45:26Angel of Music
VERY GOOD! I REALLY ENJOYED IT!