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I come and stand at every doorBut no-one hears my silent pleaI knock and yet remain unseenFor I am dead for I am deadI need no fruit nor even riceI need no meat nor even breadAnd I need nothing for myselfWhen children die they do not growI woke one day to ash in lightMy eyes grew dim my eyes grew brightDeath came and turned my bones to dustAnd scattered swirling in the windI need no fruit nor even spiceI need no sweet or even breadAnd I need nothing for myself