DEATH STING

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You clothe me with Lenin
And made me to rest,
When am not yet done.

 In absolute quietness itself
You told me not to see light,
Deep inside your belly.

 You short me from life
In the stillness of the morning,
When I need it most.

 It sends me to dust
In the days of my youthful vigor,
As I lost sight of my dear ones.

 As life is worth living
You bar me not to see through,
Oh death thy sting stinks!

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