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When the sunshine stops the rain
I'll be dead within my grave.
When the sky turns from gray to blue,
the clouds will take the shape of you.

No fear, no doubt is in my mind,
for I have won the game this time.
As death was coming after me,
I did not run, for I did see:

A peace,
no longer being here
you can't escape
it's always near.
I'm not the type
to avoid, what's meant to be.