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You soar overhead, stalking your prey.
Swooping down when least expected like a hawk, carrying loved ones away. Death is natural and not directed. Swooping down when least expected; I hide to avoid your gaze. Death is natural and not directed. Time is wasted counting days. I hide to avoid your gaze, not yet ready for my fate. Time is wasted counting days, but when I realize, it's too late. Not yet ready for my fate; I'm living with caution, afraid to die. But when I realize, it's too late. Death is one thing I can't defy. I'm living with caution, afraid to die. Like a hawk, carrying loved ones away, Death is one thing I can't defy. You soar overhead, stalking your prey.
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