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Gudfinn
Ah, here it comes again; Death may be my only friend My life’s in need of purging So I must go a’searching For Gudfinn
Up or down, high or low I wish I knew just where to go Hoping, wishing that in the end HE will be around the bend Dear Gudfinn
So many things t’wards which we strive It might not pay to be alive I’m cowering inside his room When he comes, my soul will bloom My very own Gudfinn
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