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Haunting Death


Oh, how I have fright

For the death dance by me

When I sleep at night

The shadow I bear to see

 

The evil haunted tone

I know death is near

Gives me a chill to the bone

But death's message isn't clear

 

Oh, how it haunts me

Day by day goes on,

I still wake and see,

Death is not gone

 

At last, my soul is taken

My body; gone

For now, I have not awaken

Officially, forever I'm gone

Now, I can't wait,

To be with my death mate

 

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