Death will see me one day,
though I see it not.
Amidst the strife or passion,
death will have me caught.

The graves will grow ancient,
the flint will kindle anew,
and though I struggle to endure,
death won't stop to rue.

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When darkness has entombed me,
hark! let no one mourn,
for I was meant to go heart, not soul,
into the unknown.