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Pass the mic to die-oh-nye-sus
I suck at busting rhymes
But I'll try this
Time is running out
As the sand dribbles the suspense makes me want to shout
Where will I go?
I don't know
What will I do?
Of course something new
Who will I meet?
Hopefully someone sweet
Thinking about the end makes me worried
But in the new beginning, my past will be burried
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