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Death awaits me
Death becomes me
He waits for me to awake
He grasps at my air
He drains my light
He waits for me to give in
To give in to his touch
Death awaits me
Death becomes me
He waits for me to awake
He grasps at my air
He drains my light
He waits for me to give in
To give in to his touch
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