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Cock: Death-Signal
Cock, my cock,
Why do you give the death-signal?
"What can I do?
God chose me and made me the
instrument
To be man's death-signal.
How long does one play?
Not forever.
I tell the weary man,
'Go and take rest.
My friend death has carefully
prepared
His nest
For you, only for you.'"
