As I go gently into the night
As I go gently into the Night
I find that Death is following near
And like the Night, Her solemn wind-
Death finds safeguard there
He does not see the shallows far
For She can keep Her sentiment home
But in Her depths He knows Her not
And together they venture alone
They trail behind me, looming close
But Night was out of reach
So Death grasped my shaky hand
And left Her there to leech
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