With sad, and sighing
You passed away.with
A hardening heart we
Wept, but you will
Live forever again
And find peac, for
Death is cunning who
Can know it? a crook
So hooded and cloaked
That everywhere he
Spies and slip pass
Our weeb of life, you
Fell so fair to rest,
So cold like a morning
Of misty dues still
Clinging to winters
Wispy springs.only the
Fools fly, and fear it
For we will all fall
Someday, for this days
Is an hour of wolves,
And Shattered shields.
No Hope to prevent and
Shield the arrows of
Death.for men rise
And fall lik the
Witless wheat, but
Their death, and deeds
Will be sang of
Forever
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