Nothing is forever
Nothing,even you and me
We understand that death is clever
And in the end we'll pay the fee
Even stars stop shining
Even seas will dry
Our body's made to be souls lining
So when we die our souls could fly
What would be point in living
If we would never die
Someday we'll have start giving
And it shall not be lie
28.08.2015
endless
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