Death is to Near

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Death, you’re standing rather near!

Don’t you understand the fear

You trigger deep within my soul–?

The terror sprung by such a ghoul

Of dark and hideous hue!

Now you’re rattling on my door!

I’m sure I threw you out before –

Methinks you really need to learn!

So leg it please and ne’er return

To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!

Gain a sense of social pride, and

Keep your bearing far and wide –

Perform the deed when I am done –

Be free and loose to have your fun

When I’m too frail to turn and run,

But now I’ve living to do!

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