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Post by razorrape on Feb 13, 2005 23:32:26 GMT -5
Don't mourn for me.....
Mourn for the sheets Once white Now turned red
Mourn for the dirty razor That was clean But is now stained
Mourn for the dull knife That was sharp Before it was taken to my chest
Don't think this day a funeral
It's my birthday
Let's not be saddened By my falling
Celebrate......
I'm gone
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