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Deaths Day At The Table

Deaths Day At The Table

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Someone is coming to sup with the likes of us all

It might not figure the way we thought at all

If life is a precipice and we begin to fall


It means less if you don't flap your wings

Than the new life you've found or the end so sought for from dusk till dawn


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