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Epitaph
I, i don"t know why, why i have to die,
but, i cannot lie, i sigh, goodbye.
Now i am wired, wired and tired,
with a dish on my head, about to be dead. Put to bed.
I feel so sad, sad i was so bad, bad and mad,
but i was had, just a cad, sorry Dad.
Silence is a sound, a sound that does abound.
Now i am just a mound, a mound dug deep in ground.
How profound.
