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There's little life left in this body.
There's no more fight in this soul.
The light has left those eyes.
The darkness is closing in.
Slowly slipping into the void.
There's no coming back from this.
It's the end of the road for them.
Whisper softly into the wind.
Let it carry away every last word.
Finally fade into the black.
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