From Death's Arrest I shall be
Never more apart from thee.
Confined to Woe, life's sole thought
My body sold, and my soul bought.
Tarry not, worry none
Now not two, but only one.
Time is fleeting, ends too soon
Cry no more; a silent tune.
Look at me, as you pass by
Taking time, but not to cry.
With your mind, think of me
At Death's Arrest, you shall be.
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Outstanding. Why have you not written more?