When the sun is dim
and gloom prevailing
red sky is sheding tears
and cool breeze blowing
Come to me O! dear death
When birds are singing happily in dense forest
I am lost in Sweet incenses
of blooming flowers
Come to me O! dear death
Come to me O! dear death
with no pain but rare joy
that make My soul laugh
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