Sweet Death

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By MAC

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

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