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My Dying Day
My dying day is noted somewhere
On the calendar of fate
There’s a little tick on the calendar
To make sure I won’t be late
Some unearthly soul awaits me
As the years tick away
There’s a little tick on that calendar
But I don’t even know the date
My Life has not always been easy
But that’s the way of life
I don’t bother checking my calendar
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Saturday 27th October 2012 7:57 pm
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