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With pain I die
I don't want to take my last breath With tears of sorrow I would rather smile at death With happiness borrow A laugh and kindness Hold hands with the lonely Than to feel spineless Than to feel a heart so stoney I wish that I could go Into a ghostly place Where not one tear to shed Joy for my pain replace I want to die That is the fact But no sad goodbye My soul in tact So death I await you But can you bring A lovely bird of blue So that we both can sing
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