Death is but a whisper
It calls you by your name
Death is not wild and scary
It is gentle and tame
Death doesn't take the ones we love
But it always gets all of the blame
Death has a honey sweet breath
That relieves us all from pain
Death has a cold, icy grip
But only to put out our life's flame
Death takes us to better places
After we've been claimed
One day when you're old or weak
Or done everything you were meant to do
Death will softly kiss your cheek
And take your pain away too
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