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...the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper: angels say, Sister spirit, come...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my Spirit, draws my breath! Tell me, my Soul! can this be death? The world recedes - it disappears; Heaven... | |
 | Rick James - Religion - 2009
...the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come...draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul! can this be Death? As the poem doesn't make me nauseated, psychotic or depressed, we can safely assume that the author... | |
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Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? 
