Death Poem
Along time she waits
She stands there waiting for the fates
What will become of her waiting underneath the fir
Finally they come
Each with a thread of gold
As they cut the last thread
She finds her way to
DEATH!! (dun dun dunn)

Death Poem
Along time she waits
She stands there waiting for the fates
What will become of her waiting underneath the fir
Finally they come
Each with a thread of gold
As they cut the last thread
She finds her way to
DEATH!! (dun dun dunn)
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