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When We All Die

The wails, the smiles
The loves, the hates
The riches, the poor
All shall end in vanity

The strong, the weak
The kings, the butlers
The lords, the serfs
All shall halt to exist

The whites, the blacks
The Latino, the Caucasians
The master, the slaves
All shall quit the breath of life.

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