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What Comes Next




What Comes Next

Death will be for the life of me
Extricated from any fee
The income of outcome
A shining See
A simple yearning
To be free
If that's what it takes
Should I become we
Against all odds
To a tee
With all sails hoisted
On the lee
As we all come first
To last forever
To stand alone
And fight together
That's my well rounded point
As I anoint you

Can I have mustard on that?

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