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With death we stride, yes, hand in hand
life just a mask for a passage last
a parade without dancers, a parade without a band
just a shadow shed by memories past.

The survival one is death for another
its a dog eat dog world, but oh so much worse
'cause we don't know who we eat, it could be our mother
or father, or friend, just a mystery course.

So cry we may, and cry we do
but our loss of life is there with us
yes, death is with us through and through
so we are dead while alive are we thus.