Death thou darling, death thy beloved
Thy all souls condemn me not
Free is thy swirl of senility
Beneath the ouch of an ounce
I am born to be reborn as life
But I haven't seen my own face
Ugly am I for those who fear me
And before I commit any mistake.
Least do, forgive me not
Death thou darling, death thy beloved..
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