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FORLORN
Do not die with a lie in your mouth,
You that know you’re dying . . .
In the night, O the night,
While the grave is yawning.
You that know you’re dying . . .
In the night, O the night,
While the grave is yawning.
xi.
No—you will not die before,
Tho’ you’ll ne’er be stronger;
You will live till that is born,
Then a little longer . . .
In the night, O the night,
While the Fiend is prowling.
No—you will not die before,
Tho’ you’ll ne’er be stronger;
You will live till that is born,
Then a little longer . . .
In the night, O the night,
While the Fiend is prowling.
xii.
Death and marriage, Death and marriage!
Funeral hearses rolling!
Death and marriage, Death and marriage!
Funeral hearses rolling!