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| My last thought | ||
| When the darkness beats into me | ||
| And the cold slowly rise up through my body, | ||
| And my eyes not longer see… | ||
| I’m going to grab for your hand.. | ||
| ..even if I know | ||
| you can not come with me… | ||
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