let death overtake me,
when ever it will,
it will find me prepared,
with a flower in hand,
or mounted upon a snorting steed,
or a gun in hand, or quill and ink,
and drowned in laughter,
the cares of the world,
what ever's in store, is enough no more.
'let death overtake me, whenever it will'
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