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T-Shirt Celebrate, the falling sky falling on us all looking up, prepare to die you can't control its fall Rejoice, our transparent tomb opens as it falls silent night, impending doom it's man's envisioned wall Flattened, flat by crushing weight and dead as doors can be no need to question, 'twas our fate it suits us to a t- |
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