Standing vigil for the dying
Comes a time past rhyming when
There are no words to say
So weary and worn away
Are litany and commendation
Standing vigil for the dying
And no toil and no trying
Can yield them a worthy creation
There are no words to say
Then lexicons betray
They dawdle in the time of desperation
Standing vigil for the dying
When comes the time of crying
Unprepared are words of consolation
There are no words to say
All the time to pray
But waiting for the last amen
Standing vigil for the dying
There are no words to say.
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