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My Lover, Death
The day is long, the night is cold
I need his warm comforting haze
Death is a man who loves me so
I fit in the cradle of his embrace
They torture me, and mourn for me
But I can't hear their cries
I see him now, he's beckoning
In his gentleness, for me to hide
I search him now, I yearn for him
An addiction, he's always in my veins
But he is close, temptingly so
And I resist, not giving in to the chain.
If you truly love me so,
Just now, please leave me be
You are my life, you are my love
You are my Death, my pain ...
And then in that final serenade,
I will be with Death someday.
