But ain't dyin' terrorsome cold if there ain't nothin' after? Yay --she sort o' laughed but not smilin', nay-- our truth is terrorsome cold.
Give me my freedom for as long as I be. All I ask of livin' is to have no chains on me. All I ask of livin' is to have no chains on me. And all I ask of dyin' is to go naturally... And when I die, and when I'm gone there'll be one child born, in our world to carry on, to carry on...laura nyro
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