[by Emile Verhaeren] Death has tasted blood in the cabaret of three coffins Death put down on the counter, a black crown and then went on her way Death went on her way very slowly to look for the last rites They saw coming back the priest and the choir boys too late to the house whose windows were closed Death has tasted blood She was Drunk with it

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