Death

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Close your eyes
You begin to fall
He's in disguise
He fools all

Pulls you into a temting dark
Warm but deceiving
Where he'll leave his mark
Loved ones all grieving

You get close
You are his prey
It's you he wants most
For now anyway

Catch your breath
He'll take your life
It's only Death
Your body meets the scythe

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