Death will come when thou art dead
Soon, too soon -
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask to thee, beloved Night -
Swift be thy approaching flight
Come soon, soon!
Soon, too soon -
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask to thee, beloved Night -
Swift be thy approaching flight
Come soon, soon!
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