The sun shined so bright
The day full of delight
All things felt so right
The day that I died
Heart felt no burden cry
Much like a dessert fried dry
By the steaming sun in the sky
The day that I died
Life flashed before my eyes
Memories ugly and nice
Like black and white rice
The day that I died
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