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Death's Embrace
Death's cool embrace
Like a loved one's hand
On your fevered face
Or the soft lips
Of a lover's kiss
Neither silk nor lace
Can be compared to this
Healed by love
Bled by thorns
All your hate
And sadness shorn
Nothing to know
Nothing to tell
But how could this place
Be called hell.
Like a loved one's hand
On your fevered face
Or the soft lips
Of a lover's kiss
Neither silk nor lace
Can be compared to this
Healed by love
Bled by thorns
All your hate
And sadness shorn
Nothing to know
Nothing to tell
But how could this place
Be called hell.
Published 23rd Mar 2013
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