At night I sleep in dread of the morrow
But the uncarring Sun ends my slumber
My dreams depart and I am left alone
To endure Life to which I'm encumbered
'Tis this Life who is my true tormentor
Its curses rain upon me more each breath
From this curse I don't have a protector
And so I rejoice at the sight of Death
For Death is the thing that can end this curse
Many fear Death I gladly welcome it
Great ones and small ones all fear Death the worst
I long for the day that might find it
And I'll think of with every breath
The curse of Life and the blessing of Death
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