O Death!
Weary of stabbing strains
Like a withered leaf
Chased by autumn wind
I slip and fall ahead of time
My Voice shreaks in wilderness
Nerves rake muscles sprain
Body wriths and my Soul bleeds
O! Death squeeze me in thy embrace sweet
For I want to taste thy sweat.
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