Hole Up
No, no, no;
It is a definite no;
I cannot keep my windows shuttered
And the doors locked,
I have no fear of you
But I cannot keep you out.
I know,
You can enter my chambers at will,
And find me waiting for you.
Then why ask me O Death
To hide!
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