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we come into the world and there is mum
we leave the world on our own
it is a bleak dark and lonely end
there is no one there
we are on our own
there are gods of course
no rush
get in the queue
plenty to go around
some of us forgo ours
we don’t step over
we don’t pass away
we don’t move on
it’s just a wee end of we in the grand un-scheme of things
it’s a dark word to capitalise on
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