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"no sense in laughing
as I look in the face of death
no, I hope to bleakly kiss it
holding my breath
as long as I can
not surrendering to it
until I'm out of breath
of course death has time to wait
and he will claim me
and when I
I in the dreadful silence of the grave
my hand reaches for her breast
and wouldn’t you know it
it was there in my hand
oh, I know
it was my death’s imagination
still, I wonder
if she felt that last grasping grope"
