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Flowers bloom while trees rot

Life makes promises but then it lies

Birth is a miracle, death is the last

All that you struggle will be lost in time

I'm still alive

But so sick inside

Like friends of mine

Really soon I will die

Die

Die

Die

Die

So innocent like a mute child

I saw him wither and then he died

Birth is a miracle, death is the last

All that you struggle now lost in time

I'm still alive

But so sick inside

Like friends of mine

Really soon I will die