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There will come a time
When we’re old and grey
And, one by one
We will drift away.

Someday we’ll find
These bodies have died
And we have passed
To the other side.

To earthly friends,
We will be dead.
But, we will be
Walking on clouds, instead.


By The_Pip2

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