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This thing we call life is so fleeting,
Yet death, when she comes, stays so long.
She is the visitor I cannot shake.
Every moment she walks beside me
Casting shadows across my path...
At some point she stopped being my friend.
She changed and began to haunt me,
Whispering in my ear about all she can take,
Bragging to me about all she has taken.
Life is short... you blink, it's gone
Death is eternal, she is a sleepless night
A dawn that doesn't break into day
And I have had enough of her company
I want her to leave and not take from me anymore
Because the last time she took... she took too much...
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