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Freedom of the stars,
how do we know,
where the hell we are?
Sittin at the edge,
feel the ledge.
Make the jump,
take the fall,
either way,
you hit the floor and crawl.
Be it spikes or padded walls,
the bottom you know not.
The times come for it to stop...
destruction of the lollipop,
death coming to us all.
May the hand of death wander away,
say nothing to it,
for it'll finds it's prey.
Nothing can be done.
look and grin,
make the best of it.,
it's coming to an end.
The freedom we've had,
made us so very glad,
ending it all,
with a polished hall.
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