Your Personal Day of Death is...
Monday, May 22, 2062
Seconds left to live...
1,740,184,417
74. I'm surprised I lasted that long.
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Spring is the season when the hawks all start to fly, Well maybe when I die we'll trade places, I'll grow wings and I'll fly, Hey, Blue John, hey Blue John, Heyyy Bluuuue John, Can I Play with you?