Quotes / Death Song

I don't wanna leave you
But the wind is howling loud
And flowers die off in this kind of cold
I don't wanna leave you
But what I want hardly matters now
I'd ask one favor of you
Please grow old

—"Farewell Song", Rachel Rose Mitchell

Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky

—"Seasons in the Sun", Terry Jacks

For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

— The Lady of Shalott

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