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When You walk past my door You needn't hide Your ways to me I've seen Your face before I've watched You hover among The Old To Wait and Torment And turn them cold I've listened as You uncovered The cowardly face While You let some stand taller In bravery's grace You're slow, You're fast You're cruel, You're kind Then at times when You arrive You refrain But I beg that when You come to me I don't care how or why or when I ask you Death, to ease my soul ......Don't let me die in vain |
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