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Not many of those left.
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So there's one less person on this earth
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who knows our name, who remembers our childhood.
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Who shared in each moment as it passed.
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You know, they say, we die twice.
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Once, when the breath leaves our body, and once...
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when the last person we know says our name.
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And then,
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Hirsch's life will be forgotten, like all the other poor...
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fucks that ever had the glory of livin'.
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Amen.
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-Amen. -Amen.