Verse:Death, let me catch my breathLet me see what’s leftLet me see what’s true, do I really want youRun from my pastWill I have regrets?Will I even find you?Will I even find the words that give me motive to express?Red, will I go unfed?Will I be that fool who rushes on to where angels feed …Was it me who bled on the new death bedAnd there is no fear when you needn’t know loveThose grateful
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