What candle here lit?
What light brings thee
In this place of death?
The dead need no light
That the living desire
You are walking dead
Your sagged demeanor
Announce no different
Snuff off your candle
Disturb not the dead
Else leave this place
Be-gone to the living
And make your stay
And dawdling stance
No lasting dwelling
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