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My days

here on this earth

is near it`s end

I had a dream

of the promiced land

yet once again

The wind whispering my name

sounds of silence

in my brain

The angel of death

shows his shadow at night

my head high,i fought a good fight

You just seem to know

when the end is near

you look death in the face

you have no fear

You hold everyone

and everything so close and near

you stare death in the face

but you have no fear ...