Let that light of life be darkness
Let me die wherein I was born
To have my life in deep silence
I hope that day be shortly born
Let me die and every womb cry
To have me dead, me aborted
Before that day bears the word 'I'
So that my life be departed
Curse the hour, the day, and the life
That wished me alive in this life
Let every moment be then ceased
To gain that death, my 'I' deceased
But now enough if death betrays
And does not me take in his maze
Self-consuming is the best way
To wait that night becomes a day
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