For Death or rather
For Death or rather
For the Things ‘twould buy
This put away
Life’s Opportunity
The Things that Death will buy
Are Room
Escape from Circumstances
And a Name
With Gifts of Life
How Death’s Gifts may compare
We know not
For the Rates lie Here
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