BIRTHDAYS AND DEATH DAYS

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Birthdays and death days, a tale of two graves
We survive the first to earn our first breath
Then prowl the face of this earth, all chained slaves
Chains made of a fine blend of life and death
The further we, the more the grave craves.

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