Dear Azrael
O son of the morning,
You have come in the dark hour,
The darkness have drenched my strengths,
And, I am as handicap as the lames on lonely paths.
O cold Angel,
You have come with vigor,
I pray you this once,
If you do not know my father's love,
Do not touch my soul.
O light of the darkness,
My days are young,
Call 105 years to come.
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