I hung death up
In a tie-up
Death watches from high
I try to ignore wanting to forget
When, sometimes death did came near to greed me
Asked, 'Are you ready? '
Asked, 'Are you willing? '
Course I said, 'No, be away from me! '
And I crossed out death from my sight.
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