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Death IV
Old age is the
evening of life it is said
Then is death the
sleepless night ahead
Where one twists
and squirms restlessly
Dreaming ghostly
nightmares ceaselessly
Waiting for the
distant dawn to arrive
When he may be
born again and thrive
evening of life it is said
Then is death the
sleepless night ahead
Where one twists
and squirms restlessly
Dreaming ghostly
nightmares ceaselessly
Waiting for the
distant dawn to arrive
When he may be
born again and thrive
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Death IV
Death IV
