Ones upon a time someone died.
That one was me, so count to three.
You can see the rain, you can smell the pain.
Close your eyes and ignorе the lies.
Darkness fills the skies, old man talking wise.
A new born baby rise, in the nowhere fade the cries.
And now it is your turn to die, my firend, your time you have spend.
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