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DeathThy heart beateth slow,
it felt as cold as snow.
My fingertips are numb,
as my blood pumps like a slow drum.
My life's ending is coming to a close,
like a curtain, red like a rose.
As darkness edges near,
my mind is finally clear!
Oh! That softness of Death's cloak
as it pulls me into its depths.