She comes suddenly, often for no reason.
Whatever she does, it's so gently, because she had nothing to hurry.
The end like beginning, but at same time like the end...sometimes...
Take me gently, but don't think about them...
Take me, but don't look at them...
Harmony is balance...polyphony...
Take them tenderly, but think of me.
Take them, looking at me...
Deathmother
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