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My death waits like

an old drouin (?)

  So confident

  I'll go his way

Whistle to him

and the passing time

My death waits like

  a Bible truth

  at the funeral of my youth

  oh we drank for that

  and the passing time

  My death waits like

  a witched night

  as surely as our love is bright

  let's not think about the passing time

  But whatever lies behind the door

  there is nothing much to do

  Angel or Devil I don't care

  For in front of that door there is you

  My death waits like

a beggar blind

who sees the world through a ? mind

  throw him a dime for the passing time

  My death waits there between your thighs

  Your cold fingers will close my eyes

  Let's think of that

And the passing time

  My death waits

  to allow my friend

  a few good times

  before it ends

  so let's drink to that

  and the passing time

  but whatever lies behind the door

  there is nothing much to do

  Angel or Devil I don't care

for in front of that door

  there is you

  My death waits there

among the leaves

in magicians mysterious sleeves

rabbits and dogs

  and the passing time

  My death waits there

  among the flowers

  where the blackest shadow cowers(?)

  Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

  My death waits there

  in a double bed

  sails of oblivion

  at my head

  so pull up your seats against

  the passing time

  But whatever lies behind the door

  there is nothing much to do

  Angel or Devil

  I don't care

for in front of that door.......

there is