Let dear death come nobly

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Let dear death come nobly
throwing flowers, sing the air
though grim, his visage, glowing, shouts
a devil’s trine from eyes to mouth
we bow
I’ve always been his fine handmaiden
even when I walked a child
now ethers smoke where once was her
Persephone in bridal trim
I am

Come swiftly end
let null pervade
this last dance spins
the Earth’s parade

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