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The Visitors
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A visitor called the other night
I think his name was, "Death";
there was a hideousness about his eyes,
and an icy chill, inside his breath.
He spoke to me of a journey
if I'd promise to commit;
where the irritating sounds of life would fade,
and life's harsh lights would stay unlit.
Then another visitor came along
and I believe her name was, "Life",
just because of the way she looked at, "Death"...
and made him put away his knife.
I think his name was, "Death";
there was a hideousness about his eyes,
and an icy chill, inside his breath.
He spoke to me of a journey
if I'd promise to commit;
where the irritating sounds of life would fade,
and life's harsh lights would stay unlit.
Then another visitor came along
and I believe her name was, "Life",
just because of the way she looked at, "Death"...
and made him put away his knife.