Sweet, sweet Death—never on time, always too slow; always too soon. That silent watcher—mistress of night, with chambers deep and enveloping delite. You speak to us on the wings of Night and remind us of your prowess and might. In the wind in the Hawthorn and the falling of the Willow, with you we will go away in your arms like a babe to the next life with the dawning of the day. For we are at your mercy, and so for we respect, the power you hold above us and in ourselves reflect. Thank you for the time you gave us to live in Life, and thank you for my death, for without it lies eternal strife. May my leaving be swift and may you be kind. Death will always be a constant reminder in this short life of mine.
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