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| Death's a thief that lurks in wait, Ready to accomplish fate. Though the victim may be well, When it's time there rings a bell. Swiftly comes the thief to steal All the life that one can feel. Lips that used to talk and kiss Now are frozen, free of bliss. Yet the soul goes gaily on, After life and breath are gone. Though the thief may have his say, He cannot take that away. | ||
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