• Death is near,
    Our love awaits,
    We'll walk the clouds eternally,
    The whisper of a soft tune play afar,
    My angel, diamond, sweet and loved,
    Our death is near for you and I,
    On the day a feather will fall,
    On the staircase that protrudes from our beds,
    The kiss of a tear will bead down your soft face,
    And form a river of two,
    Of me and you.