Death has a strange ring to it,
the icy chill it send to your lips
the pin drop silence when he creeps
the sound of his steps when wood creeks
death why at thou so sweet
Death has a strange sting to it
the bitter sweet melancony of it
carrying a warm cold wisp with him
the excitement of a racing heart
that makes the eyes jump and dart
the shock that makes life start
like shadows riding on a cart
so i am forced to ask
death why at thou so sweet
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