Death of a man,
Means death of a world.
Day and night the man
Moves here and there.
No name but true life,
Let us search there.
In a man.
Death of the man,
Means so many things.
Let us combine all
In a breath and
Produce a sound
In words for
All welfare.
Man and death,
No death can touch
A man.
No man is dying
With love and
With truth.
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