Death is blind, It can't see age
With gust of wind, took knave and sage
It roams so free, in mirth and Glee
Love is blind, it can't see caste
It roams with wind, in world so vast
Doth as He wills, The First, The last
Bestest in world
His movies cast
Love and death in woods and sand
Like sun and moon, go hand in hand
True love moans in dales forlorn
And beauteous flowers are plucked by Death
Here skies are mixed in dust with yarn
And by their huts sing larks and smeath
O why don't thou thy victims warn
O queen of Death, decrease thy meth
Thou perch and sit in holy land
Souls fly and roll, sand mixed in sand
Love and death go hand in hand
On earth on sky in sea in sand
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