Death sits next to me, she whispers in my ear
As wide as the river Styx, as deep as fear
The unknown has a haunting voice
That brings involuntary quakes
Clotho spins the tread of life
Atropos the tread breaks
It's not by coins we pay our way
When Charon has come
But face Proteus and a new day
Our journey has just begun
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