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Winds shall blow

Trees will bend

The Moon rises

Life does end

When it's over

My grave can scream

Revel in my tales

Living out the dream

All of the misgivings

My image does last

Of a life not squandered

But a sordid past

There's no pain

My only friend

Do not mourn

I want it to end

When it's over

My grave can scream

Revel in my tales

Living out the dream

All of my misgivings

My image does last

Of a life not squandered

But a sordid past