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Where be Death
Where be death
Seek me now
You with the scythe
Your robed figure
Do appear
Hold I in my hand
This knife so sharp
To bleed my heart
To drain my soul
Come to me death
The hour draws near
Let me not tarry
Come now I plea
My blood flows
My heart is stopping
There you are
I could not wait longer
Where be I taken?
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