Death Spoke To Me...
Death spoke to me one lonely night,
When the wind was cold and I was filled with fright.
He wispered in my ear and said 'do not be sacred of me
And don't be scared of what you'll be'.
Death spoke to me words of love,
And silent things that flew like a dove,
He gave me a kiss and was on his way,
Oh I shall never forget that lovely day.
Death spoke to me and my body was cold,
My hands were all wrincled and I didn't have to be told,
That it was finally over it wasn't in my head,
I was going to go with him and live forever instead.
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