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Death,
It makes angels of us all.
Gives us wings,
Where once shoulders stood.
It is the release of pain,
The end of all that's said.
I don't understand why you fear it.
I'm standing there,
On freedom's shore.
It makes angels of us all.
Gives us wings,
Where once shoulders stood.
It is the release of pain,
The end of all that's said.
I don't understand why you fear it.
I'm standing there,
On freedom's shore.
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