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A SMILING FACE

If one day I'm gone
Will you miss me earnestly?
Will you take pride in my ghost?
Will you had hope I save the breath a bit?
Will you stand in as a friend or foe?
Will you plea to above for my glimpse?

Don't bother crying at my funeral
If now that i have my breath
You choose not to love me a little more
For i will hunt you down with my spirit
You the fake sympathiser.

However, I don't mean to freaky you
Though in all i must state the fact
Not now but one day
I shall be gather together with my ancestors
When the day comes
I will depart with a smiling face.

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