The Poem of Death

It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,
Who is there? the sleeping one cried.
I’m Azrael, let me come inside.
At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don’t let him take away my life.
Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone, [...]

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