.Along comes my hearse,
Marked with contempt,
Silently about
Its rotting descent.
Fickle the flame,
As chill it brings;
Tired and weary
As the raven sings.
My time has come
And bitter is the taste.
My time, it seems,
Is met with haste.
So carry me softly .
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