I tell myself I'm not afraid
Of either death or dying,
But when I look at you I feel
My heart would say I'm lying.
Though death itself is peaceful sleep,
My life without you here
Would make no sense, arrested life,
Hollow and insincere.
I tell myself I'm not afraid
Of either death or dying,
But when I hold your hand I hear
My soul tells me I'm lying.
Though death itself is peaceful sleep,
My life, with you above
While I'm below, is wakeful death,
And this I fear, my love.
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