No one is old,
And everyone is old here.
We are all approching,
And death is near.
What colour is death
I am not capable yet
To declare as you said?
I am not going to death.
Death is my friend,
Death is my wife,
And I said death
To wait.
I know and I am here, to
Let you know, my wife is chaste.
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