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  • Together we'll be strong,
  • Proving to all that we belong.
  • Take my hand,
  • And let's take a stand.


  • The future looks bright,
  • We'll never fight.
  • Then suddenly you wake,
  • And I appear to be fake.


  • You're in a hospital bed,
  • Flashing images in your head.
  • Your heart sinks like the Titanic,
  • As you begin to panic.


  • Then a copper came to say,
  • "Your friend passed away."
  • You didn't believe what you heard,
  • Then a muttered a kind word.
The End

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