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And it was clear she couldnt go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying dont be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
Come on baby...dont fear the reaper

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Through the darkness they came, their wings of death beating at the air with rugged strokes....