And, when I think the world will end,
I often think it might
And call up every form of friend
To bid them all goodnight

And take a walk – one final time! –
Along the cherished shore
And listen to the church bells chime:
No more, no more, no more.

And, even when the feeling fades,
I can’t be fancy-free
For panic comes in many shades,
And all are known to me.

When living in the heart of fear,
A sense of dread is always near.

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