Last night

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Last night I met with death again,
We spoke as if we were childhood friends.
While we sat and drank our tea,
He smiled and said "Come away with me."
I sighed and said "No. For there's still much I must do."
Death look at me saddened but smiling too.
"Don't worry," I smiled.
"For one day you shall be mine
and I shall be yours
and we will be free.
But, for now my life must go on
And I must wait to see the dawn."
He kissed me so as to say goodbye,
And then he fled into the night.
Last night I met with death again
And we spoke as if we were childhood friends.

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