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Death is coming.
I can feel it like a pouring rain.
What is this feeling?
How about this pain?
\I don't want to lose you.
You mean so much to me.
But how confusing are my thoughts,
Lingering in my dreams?
\There's something out to haunt me.
Something I cannot see.
It's standing there behind me,
Beyond my memory.
\Why do I have this feeling?
Am I scared about my love?
Haunted by my past experiences,
Or scared of what is to come?
\Death is now coming.
I can feel it like a pouring rain.
I now know this feeling.
I now know this pain.
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