1-800 Contact Lyrics

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
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For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, Nor yet canst thou kill me.

P.S. text comes from a Poet used in funerals...