Passing

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Shadow of the day
Darkness awaits
Eternal fate
Sometimes it's to late
Death has made the date
Clean the slate
No one is born a saint
We are all tainted
Never forget the memories I've painted
Not much time left, I feel faint
The wait is over
Life was great
Hope that you enter,Heaven's gate

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