Sweet death, sweet death, I think of you at night.
When I open my eyes to the morning light.
Sweet death, sweet death, I call to you at noon.
When I look to the sky and see a full moon.
Sweet death, sweet death, I see you in my dreams.
Where the birds go to drink from benevolent streams.
Sweet death, sweet death, I feel you in the breeze.
Where the wind goes it's way, with such mellow ease.
Sweet death, sweet death, I smell you in the air.
When the memories come, and I feel the despair.
Sweet death, sweet death, I taste you at lunch.
In the bread of my sandwich, when I sip my fruit punch.
Sweet death, sweet death, I hear you in the rain.
When the droplets trickle down the smooth window pane.
Sweet death, sweet death, I sense you when I cry.
When the tears fall down, and I whisper good-bye.
So what can I say, sweet death?
What shall I do?
Can you finally come?
Can I say that it's true?
For now I must go.
To my family, adieu.
Sweet death, sweet death
I welcome you.
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A powerful piece with unforgettable phrasing that really hits home. BRAVO