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A
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I have a rendezvous with Death
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B
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At some disputed barricade,
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B
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When Spring comes back with rustling shade
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C
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And apple-blossoms fill the air—
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A
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I have a rendezvous with Death
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C
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When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
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D
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It may be he shall take my hand
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D
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And lead me into his dark land
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A
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And close my eyes and quench my breath—
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E
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It may be I shall pass him still.
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A
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I have a rendezvous with Death
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E
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On some scarred slope of battered hill,
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F
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When Spring comes round again this year
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F
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And the first meadow-flowers appear.
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G
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God knows 'twere better to be deep
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H
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Pillowed in silk and scented down,
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G
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Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
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A
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Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
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F
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Where hushed awakenings are dear ...
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A
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But I've a rendezvous with Death
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H
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At midnight in some flaming town,
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F
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When Spring trips north again this year,
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I
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And I to my pledged word am true,
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I
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I shall not fail that rendezvous.
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