Surrender
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In death we find a calm, sweet pillow
A place to rest our weary head
Gone are the years of endless worry
Gone are the times of hopeless dread
This white palace knows no fear
The monsters are quiet through the night
This peace is so enticing
We can finally end our fight
Surrender to death and hold his hand
As he guides you through this enchanting land
Forget your stress and put down your fists
There was never a need for resist
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