In the last rays of swirling light
when the earth kisses the dusk,
will you dance among the graves
and sing a gentle song for Death?
When the earth kisses the dusk
where will your tired footsteps lead?
To a tombstone not yet etched?
Will you dance among the graves,
a ghostly apparition in your arms,
that bitter, closing waltz, macabre?
And sing a gentle song for Death,
laugh bravely as you pass his shadow.
He awaits only the sweet music’s end.
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