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Lay down, sweet death, lay down.
Put away your decaying cowl
Set aside your rusted scythe
Pull away the whole world’s sight
of seeing you run each day
Taking souls along their way
Take some time, no need to rush,
But a vacation is a must
Let it be for just one day
That not a person passes away
And though we know you must return
Let that be when the world must burn
So lay down, sweet death
And let us all have one day of rest.