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Go to sleep, little skylark, do

Go to sleep, little skylark,

Drift down through the night

In your biplane of silver and sighs,

Slip under the light,

cohts

For yourfor you

Go to sleep, little skylark, do

Septeain, for Death’s eyes were sliding just the littlest bit closed Her , not since she was s it, she curled Septe it close to her ear so that her long black hair fell over September’s brow just as the remains of September’s hair now fell on Death’s brow She reh she mainly smelled of diesel oil She loved that smell Had learned to love it and settle into it like a blanket When Septeain, Death relaxed in her ar delicately over Septeh it hurt her, her throat was so shriveled and sore And as she sang, an extraordinary thing happened:

Death grew

Death stretched and lengthened and got heavier and heavier Her hair curled and spread, and her arrew to the size of Septes, and in no time at all, Death was the size of a real child, and Septe, still

Oh no! thought Septe surely I am doomed!

But Deathin her ht and hard Death opened herin her sleep Be bold, September told herself An irascible child should be bold Gently, she put her blackened, sappy fingers into Death’s mouth

“No!” cried Death drea September snatched her hand back “She loved you all those years; it was only that you couldn’t see it!”

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