What remains hidden,
should stay that way.
When we die,
what do we become?
Nothing I tell you,
But shadows and dust.
A few tears over our grave,
Then slowly those days fade.
Everyone forgets to remember anything,
And before long,
its to late.
A hole were Im supposed to stay,
A hole now is the only place to lay.
Soon life will pass on,
Then the shadows and dust will be gone...
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