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Do not die with a lie in your mouth,
 You that know you’re dying . . .
 In the night, O the night,
 While the grave is yawning.

xi.
No—you will not die before,
 Tho’ you’ll ne’er be stronger;
You will live till that is born,
 Then a little longer . . .
 In the night, O the night,
 While the Fiend is prowling.

xii.
Death and marriage, Death and marriage!
 Funeral hearses rolling!