there is a time not death
the din and dealing past
the snake beneath a rock
the old king is fast asleep
maidens still are weeping
but do not weep for me
and so I rest one eye ajar
beneath the mango tree
this comes of luck or grace
how transient is this place
it may be just a moment
the garden silently waits
and now I am a child again
I hear the ticking clock
not a futile counting down
I dream and watch the sun
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