mark jackson

life is a riddle we cannot grasp
and unto that day when we must say goodbye
until our last voice shall rasp
we shall live our life unto that date when we must say goodbye
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When I think of rain
I think of singing
And when I think of singing its a heavenly toon
But when I think of heaven
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me and my friend
were so good together
we play all day and talk all night
me and my friend
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although i feel live and well I am quite dead as soon I will tell
after my death i went through a tunnel
and in that tunnel i heard a voice
it said to I don't come down here for if you shall there is no way out
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