Death is always near
Death is always near
near to every heart that hears
hears the silent warning clear
clear in the silent breath of night
night that braids the mortal wreath
wreath of sorrow laid upon the sheath
sheath of mourning black and drab
drab the daily minutes grab
grab the joys from being near.
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