Since these words don’t come out right
may it be, the language of the dead
outloud I have said
To be brave is my therapy
the daunting chance –
losing it all,
Worth every spence
Since it is
I who must
answer the final-call
Since these words don’t come out right
may it be, the language of the dead
outloud I have said
To be brave is my therapy
the daunting chance –
losing it all,
Worth every spence
Since it is
I who must
answer the final-call
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