I know in death I will be freed. And it will be bitter-sweet like smoke leaving scorched trees. I know in life I owe a debt from all the other lines with a signal to collect.
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I know in death I will be freed. And it will be bitter-sweet like smoke leaving scorched trees. I know in life I owe a debt from all the other lines with a signal to collect.
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