The man is here,

            And he brings fear.

            He’s cold and dark,

            And he’ll leave his mark.

            He’ll take you on one last ride,

            And he won’t stand by your side.

            Dressed all in black,

            And humor he does lack.

            Boney hands will take your wrist,

            But it will be after death’s sweat last kiss.

            He’ll come during the day or after dark,

            But sure, he will leave his mark.

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