O Death, where is thy sting?
Wade in the water, don't feel a thing
Don't feel a thing
Happy is a stable mind
Happy is a troubled time
A troubled time.
O Mother, how I did try
Tried so hard, the well ran dry
The well ran dry
O Death, where is thy sting?
Lake of fire, is my only dream
My only dream.
-Blanche
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