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From "The Chronicles of Death" Marchers Death is marching through our lives, we are warriors of the way, searching for the answers as we pass them every day. We travel to the final fork, the choices have been made. We've come so far along this road like marchers on parade. Life it seems has closed her ride and given us her best. Now the time has come to leave and Death will do the rest. ![]()
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