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I bear on my shouldersThe weight of a thousand crowsWith their weight, they just watch and waitEvery second, every dayHoping for me to fall downSo I can feel my bodyAs it rots in their dirty mouths
As time goes by, You stand and ponder, "When will I die?" So you wonder. As you wander through the graveyard, You ask yourself, "Why is life so hard?" You say to oneself.