Close Your Eyes To A Fitful Sleep, Arise! All Fears You Bury Deep, Hide The Precious You Wish To Keep, You Will Lose Prepare To Weep.: His Hands Have The Feel Of Deaths Cold, And A Voice Of Cries And One Thousand Woes, A Stair Of Black And Terrible Cold, Do Not Cry And Do As Told.: Take You He Will If It's You He Wants, And If You Fight He Will Taunt, Your Dreams Unrest With This Haunt, Your Soul He Will Tear Use And Flaunt.: You Are Now His. Do Not Fight, Or Your Sanity He Will Stretch Tight, And Pain Will Soar To His Great Height, Bow Down Quick To His Untouched Might.: Lose It Now And Save Your Pain, If He Wants You, You Have Nothing To Gain, And The Only Thing You Must Maintain, Is To Know At Life's End You Must Start His Gain.:
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