Death went away,
Death went away.
When death saw me
I am in fast-into-death,
Death dares not touch me
And went away, went away.
I, myself is the great death,
Death realize it and went away.
Since I am the flower-sweet,
Since I am the love greet,
Since I am in truth, death went away,
Death went away, death went away
And for this I feel sorrow
And I am in sad as I lost one of
My best friend and guide.
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