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When death did pass By me I swear I saw my reflection Sitting there Then death, or I, did Speak to me That I should come Aboard with thee I climbed the carriage. Yes, its true, Because I knew not What to do. I smiled gently and Laughed a bit For death, I thought, Would be less quick. The carriage stopped Again, you see. I turned to look At Death or me. But when I looked, I saw instead My life, my past Before the dread. I saw the things I loved the most. I looked, through tears, For Death, my host. I could not find Death anywhere. All I could do Was sit and stare. I watched with memories of delight. And regretted much My hasty flight.
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
Because I Stopped For Death
When death did pass By me I swear I saw my reflection Sitting there Then death, or I, did Speak to me That I should come Aboard with thee I climbed the carriage. Yes, its true, Because I knew not What to do. I smiled gently and Laughed a bit For death, I thought, Would be less quick. The carriage stopped Again, you see. I turned to look At Death or me. But when I looked, I saw instead My life, my past Before the dread. I saw the things I loved the most. I looked, through tears, For Death, my host. I could not find Death anywhere. All I could do Was sit and stare. I watched with memories of delight. And regretted much My hasty flight.
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nakedandalone
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
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