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My death waits like

an old drouin (?)

So confident

I'll go his way

Whistle to him

and the passing time

My death waits like

a Bible truth

at the funeral of my youth

oh we drank for that

and the passing time

My death waits like

a witched night

as surely as our love is bright

let's not think about the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

there is nothing much to do

Angel or Devil I don't care

For in front of that door there is you

My death waits like

a beggar blind

who sees the world through a ? mind

throw him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs

Your cold fingers will close my eyes

Let's think of that

And the passing time

My death waits

to allow my friend

a few good times

before it ends

so let's drink to that

and the passing time

but whatever lies behind the door

there is nothing much to do

Angel or Devil I don't care

for in front of that door

there is you

My death waits there

among the leaves

in magicians mysterious sleeves

rabbits and dogs

and the passing time

My death waits there

among the flowers

where the blackest shadow cowers(?)

Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits there

in a double bed

sails of oblivion

at my head

so pull up your seats against

the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

there is nothing much to do

Angel or Devil

I don't care

for in front of that door.......

there is