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one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,
You're coming home for Thanksgiving to see your family To a table over-strown with fake cranberries You're coming home for Thanksgiving to see your
and rain And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain Z koszmaru uciekać w
strown. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay withered and strown For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast
all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown
all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown
Well, you've been out Strown about Not a doubt But your luck's ran out You didn't think It'd be told Your arrogance It's a sight to behold You'll be
to stone Essence strown Throughout my timeline Soon I will have my Consequence Can no longer second guess I know where I've been And I know where I go Here
all with yew O, prepare it My part of death, no one so true Did share it Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown Not
reference Measure it all from bird's eye to add some fuel to my furnace To those who scratch the surface and lace signs of plotonus Expected to strown
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