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Lyrics:
Your milky black eyes,
Resting on me.
Your hand's like paper,
On my knee.
I kneel at your chair,
Until you stay.
But we will all go
This way.
The end of your days,
Will happen here,
In this old house,
And with no fear.
This way, I know, This way.
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