Ah, death,
You hateful color,
Why do you stare,
Back at me?
Would I might go,
Into the world,
Out into the wide
World green.
Would I might pluck,
a single leaf,
Weep over every blade
of grass.
Oh death,
You hateful color,
Why have you bound me,
So fast?
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