With A Brush Off My Shoulder, I Shall Leave This World. Happiness, Lonliness From My Conscience Is Hurled. As The Destiny Of Hell That Only I Can See, The Gates Of Heaven Close For All Eternity. I Extend A Hand To The Ones That I Love, But They All Dwell In Sin, Hearts As Fleeting As A Dove. Now All That I Knew And All That I Said, Was Meaningless
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