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From The Chronicles of Death Tenants We are but strangers of our mind, creatures caught in sorrow; walking through the night so blind, tenants of lives we borrow. Fate steers us on it's lonely path, slowly 'round the bend; We are not spared his final wrath Death takes us in the end. ![]()
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