goodbye, the wind has come.
goodbye, we had alot of fun.
goodbye, to gaia and all.
Next time you'll see me ill be a chalk outline and the sidewalk.
Its time to go.
Its my time to die.
Look at the sky, with dark brown eyes that shine.
Like the blood on my neck or the metal of my knife.
This IS my narvana,
My everlasting peace on earth.
By leaving this place i seel my fate.
Ill be watching from the heavenly gate.
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