The Dream of Death
FROM " AN ADJUSTABLE LUNATIC "
O GENTLE death, bow down and sip
The soul that lingers on my lip;
O gentle death, bow down and keep
Eternal vigil o'er my sleep;
For I am weary and would rest
Forever on your loving breast.
O GENTLE death, bow down and sip
The soul that lingers on my lip;
O gentle death, bow down and keep
Eternal vigil o'er my sleep;
For I am weary and would rest
Forever on your loving breast.
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