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After we die are eyes cloud over
To hide the world or to show us what it really is?
Will an angel swoop us away with no delay?
Or will I only see blue things?
The sky or a bird what destined for me?
Is death the end or just the begining?

As I grow cold and my skin fades
Will my memory remain?
Will my smile stay in your mind?
Or the blood that once stained me be washed away?
What of me will remain?

The last tear I shed soon dissapears
And the memory of me fades with time
My body will rott this I know
But will my soul arise or fall?
Will people think of me even once after death?
Or am I just another tragety?

At my funeral I'm dressed in black
People morn but do they really care?
Do they blame themselves for this?
Or simply don't want to face the waves

What is after death?
A new begining or the true end?
Or was this all a dream?
These are the thing I want to know.

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