The sun smiles faintly
As the moon with fury approaches;
The stars twinkle in high tempo,
The chirpy whinchat sings,
5 The marketers in turn leaves,
It's been day just lately
To mark the death for all.
Five and one full fathom he lies
Deep down in the depth of abyss;
10 First day, a day of rest,
The other... He melts to his former.
High high he flies,
All a journey to the great beyond;
His wings all in trail laps,
15 He'll soon be seen abroad.
Hark! Hark! ! Hark! ! !
Listen I said to you,
Thousands saw I at a glance
E'en upon all unwilling hearts
20 wouldn't but move into the furnace.
Their visage show it all
As of sigh too deep for word;
Their words reveal the sorrow
Lawfully married to inveterate pain
25 Of the death for some.
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