And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossingwith abated breath And white, set facea little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossingwith abated breath And white, set facea little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
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