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I thought I’d be so far,
but I’ve only met dead-ends
each and every one,
now on me, Death descends
that angel rides to me,
slow, I hear the trotting
a seed of life will grow,
callous
for Death is taunting
he shows me a world
that I’ll never see
he shows me a man
that I’ll never be
to Death, I have grown warm,
for life is always cold
I’ve only left the womb,
why do I feel so old?

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