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Carry out the coffin
Toast to loss
See the tattered way I live
Our grinning liars masks
Stir noble thought
All headed towards ash
The fear is replaced by confoundment
Knowing that I will succumb to madness and die alone, inconsolable
Knowing that I will die alone
All reduced to accident
All reduced to ash
Death is an old joke but it comes new to everyone
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