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One day close, one day close I say with death breathing in my face, but when had slept my soul it would have kept. When love had come to my door, I had but no sor, poor you love had thought. One day close, but another day and there would be no more stay but my last debt would have been paid without save. One day close with death, coming to my door, but my soul I wish to keep, I implore. As death goes out the it knows the next day is so much more.