Sonnet Oh! Death Will Find Me Long Before I Tire
Oh
Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me
Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land
There, waiting patiently,
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Oh
Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me
Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land
There, waiting patiently,
If you're attacked by a
Find fresh underpants to try
Lay on the ground quite
Pretend you are very