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Man in Black Robes
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Poetry My name is death and your soul is mine
I am the one who took your life line
I wear all black robes and made of bone
I come after you when you're alone
Now don't you worry and don't you fret
All I'll do is make you my little pet
I maybe old and I maybe cruel
But by no means am I an old fool
I make sure that world goes round
And I'm the one who makes your heart pound
Look in a mirror your old and beat
Now let's have a talk before we meet
