Death is a Friend
A soft little touch,Some say is she.
It doesn't hurt, much,
And soon you'll be free.
From all of lives pain.
All thats been given for naught,
Which we never did gain.
All for which we have sought.
Quickly She'll come,
Death is a Friend.
Slower for some,
Death is My Friend.
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