Death is closer than I think
I see its shadow by my bed
The shadow recedes when the sun appears.
The shadow is not a shadow.
"I will see you tomorrow"
I am not sure
I will see tomorrow
The Reaper sings me lullabies
everytime the lights go out.
Ah! I miss the day before-
The day before when I was sure
the day before when we were sure
that I would see tomorrow.
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