Hour Strikes

When the hour strikes
To a close, and the grey
Mist descends forgive me
For my weakness,
For I will cry because Death
Is an old friend. He will
Lead me gently to a peaceful
Slumber, and then keep
Me at his side, He has
Been waiting you see, for
When the hour strikes.

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