By Any Means of Transportation

one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
give me what you can/
all you can/ spare
because I do not know what to give you
after you die
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
gave you all I own
have all that I have had
and then please stay with me
because all I can think/of is what I wouldn't
be able to do
for
you
after
death
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five

The End

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