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Death, sweet death
Come to me
There is nothing
That I can see

Everything I loved
Now is gone
And in this world
There is no dawn

Why can’t I be brave
Why can’t I die
Everything is burning 
Nothing left to retie

Love is always untrue
Everything is lost
With all the burning hate
I now know the cost

I am not afraid anymore
I can see clearly everything
With on slice of the knife
I know what I have done, I’m crying

Death, sweet death
Come to me
There is nothing
That I can see
Posted: 2009-09-02 05:41:59 UTC

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